Page 57 of Stolen Omega

“It is. We need to get to where that red flashing dot is. That’s where the van is.”

“It’s not moving,” he says, before he clears his throat. “That means we could catch up.”

“Right or left at the end of this road?”

“Right. Then first left after that.”

I concentrate on the drive, knowing it’s what I need to do to keep from going crazy.

Having to slow down for other traffic is making me twitchy as hell.

I think about driving around the traffic, but it’s the fucking city and there are way too many people on the sidewalks.

“There’s a road that leads out to Silver Grove past the next turn. That’s where it seems like they’ve stopped.”

“Right or left?”

“Left.”

I make the turn, and the quiet road we move onto is bumpy as hell.

“Tell me when we’re getting close.”

“It should be right along this road,” Russ says.

He’s squinting out at the unlit dirt road. I can’t hear any other cars on the road, and that doesn’t surprise me. This is the shadiest road I’ve ever seen. The trees surrounding it are thickly blanketed and the absence of light makes it a pain in the ass to navigate.

Dark plus places to hide plus cars are forced to slow down to get through.

Yeah, I can tell why no one’s using this road.

I wouldn’t be surprised if someone jumped out at us with a gun.

“Hmm,” Russ murmurs.

“What?” I ask, flipping on my high beams to show a little more of the road ahead.

“The van should be right about here.” He motions ahead, where there’s nothing but road.

“The tracker could be off by a few miles.”

“Yeah, but isn’t it kind of weird that the van hasn’t moved since we turned on the tracker?”

It is kind of weird. I stop the car and take my phone out of his hands.

We get out of the car, and every sense I have is on high alert.

“What are we doing?” Russ asks.

“We’re looking for the tracker,” I tell him as I move away from the car.

“You think they ditched it here.”

“I do.”

“What does it look like?”

“A metal box about the size of a matchbook.”

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