Chapter 42

He was going south, that much Nick knew, but how far or the exact route eluded him. For a time, he’d tried keeping count of the minutes and any landmarks he could get a look at, which were few and far between, but it was a useless effort. A few hours later, Nick couldn’t do much more than press his eyes closed against the agony in his head. His stomach twisted viciously and expelled its meager contents.