The cowboy gunned the El Dorado's engine as he shot away from Historic Bisbee, beneath the small overpass, and around the Lavendar Pit Mine. The street was wide enough for a short distance that the stranger beside her was able to pass several vehicles before coming to another underpass and then to the roundabout that would take them in any of four directions. She had no idea which turnoff the man was going to take. Would she ever be totally free of the cult and Neal? How far would she have to go to escape them? And who was this man who had rescued her from The People? What about Mrs. Yosko? Lyra jerked her cell phone out of her backpack, flipped it open, and dialed 911. "What are you doing?" the cowboy asked in a sharp tone as they drove past Lowell and he swung the vehicle onto the roundabout. When the operator answered, Lyra's voice came out in a rush. "There's been a break-in at Mrs. Yosko's home." Lyra rattled off the address. Before the operator could respond, Lyra snapped her cell phone shut.
