The storm intensified as Seth drove down the rural highway. Snow was accumulating on the road. The Jeep rounded a bend, and the rear end fishtailed. Seth steered into the slide, and the vehicle straightened. He eased his foot off the gas pedal. Carly stared out the passenger side. She’d taken off her hat and gloves in the car, and her hands were clenched tightly together in her lap. Patsy sat in the center of the back seat and alternated her attention between the windows on either side of the vehicle. They reached the open space of the interstate that led into Hannon, and Seth pulled over to the shoulder of the road. Inside the Jeep, fear was palpable. “What are we doing?” Carly asked. “Honey, the rest of the highway is open right into Hannon. There aren’t any more woods to hide a van, and the county deputies already drove this stretch. If Bruce’s van went off the road here, someone would have seen it.”
