Chapter 6: Fort Mohave, Arizona

The SUV jerked to a stop. Connie stopped in front of the gas station, checking her passengers. They barely made it to the pump. She climbed out, slamming the door. They were only a couple hours out from the central station. She didn’t have time for trivial matters.

At the beeping of the machine, Landon opened his eyes. He had been listening for the last ten minutes of the ride, heart racing, waiting for an opportunity to go for the guns in the back. There were footsteps moving away from the car. It was time. Landon climbed over the seats toward the trunk. Stomach dropping when he found one of the cases empty. There wasn’t time. He grabbed the second case. Gun in hand and ammunition in pocket, he made his escape. She was nowhere in sight. It might be their only chance.

“Devin,” he shook his brother’s shoulder, “get up. We need to go.”

The other groaned.

Landon shushed him, “we can’t let her hear us.”

“Who?” Devin started taking off the seatbelt.

“Connie.”