But then her phone pinged, and a new message came through. Okay. I’m waiting.
The traffic was starting to get cloggy with the onset of the afternoon rush hour, and Caitlin had to force herself not to jiggle her foot or tap her fingers on the armrest to alleviate some of her impatience. Doing so would only distract Alex, and it wouldn’t get them to Mesa any sooner.
Eventually, though, they pulled into the parking lot of a modest-looking motel at the north end of the town. Only a few cars were parked there, including an older-model Honda with California plates. Caitlin didn’t know why, but she felt almost certain that one must be Olivia’s, even though one of the other vehicles was also from California. It was a big flashy black Escalade, though, not something that matched the modest one-st
