Trace picked up the laptop. The keys were in the ignition, the SUV still running, air coming through the vents to keep the vehicle warm. Trace greeted Belle as they changed vehicles, before she and Joe climbed into the Explorer. “How are you holding up?” he asked. 91 *** She shook her head. “I don’t know. Everything is too surreal.” Trace touched her forearm and squeezed. “Take care.” Dylan grabbed what he needed out of this truck and transferred it into the SUV. Trace moved away from Belle and did the same with his belongings. Trace left and pulled onto the two-lane highway, headed back toward Bisbee. Dylan glanced at Belle. She looked exhausted. He needed to get her to their destination where she could get some rest. He could use some sleep himself. “What was on that card?” she asked once they were on the road. “Did it have anything important on it?” “I don’t know.” He shook his head. “Al of the folders are password protected.” She let out a deep sigh.
