Chapter 57: Sarah, Part 3

Minutes ticked past, or maybe they were hours. Trapped in the dark without her phone, Sarah had no idea how much time had passed. The car thrummed along at a steady pace. She was jostled over bumps, but for the most part the ride was smooth. "Probably an interstate," she told herself.

Her mind wandered. She thought of Brad. She could picture him leaning on the bar, his sandy blond hair glinting in the row of colored lights, and his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Only they wouldn't be. They'd be ringed in worry and impatience, while he checked the clock and wondered what was taking her so long.

Hopefully he'd go to Katelina's when he got off work, and when he found it in shambles what? He'd call the police? And just how would that help her, when she was God knows where?

The car slowed and then the road suddenly got bumpy very bumpy. She could hear something pinging the bottom of the car: rocks. They were on a gravel road.

Gravel?