Alys swiveled her head back and forth, searching for any sign of a purple truck, but there was barely any evidence of human existence. Maybe people didn’t drive in the rain out here. Elliot roared down the ramp into traffic and continued west. Alys couldn’t find a radio station playing music. Restlessly, she crossed her legs in the seat, then straightened them out again so she could turn around and check on Lucia and look out the back window. “Purple to starboard,” she murmured, attempting to sound nonchalant so as not to alarm Lucia. “Yeah, I see it.” The scar beside Elliot’s mouth turned upside down as he tightened his lips and checked the rearview mirror. “Do you think it’s the same one?” Alys asked, picking up the map again. “I’d have to see the trailer. Maybe it’s just coincidence. Is there another exit we can take?” “There’s absolutely nothing out here. How far have we gone, do you know?” She studied the huge blank spaces between roads on the map.
