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Gabe checked the speedometer of their borrowed car. “He’s in a hurry.”
“Yeah, he is. I’m trying to keep up without being too obvious about it. I’d turn off my headlights, but it’s going to be dawn soon and he’ll see me anyway.”
Gabe didn’t say any more. They were driving entirely too fast for this road. This was how accidents happened.
He thought about Dusty Woodruff. The mortician had died after running off the road and hitting a tree. Had he been followed? Forced off the road?
Pain in his chest had Gabe pressing the heel of his hand to his sternum.
“You okay?” Molly asked quietly.
“Yeah. Just thinking about Dusty. I hope he didn’t suffer.”
“I hope not, too. I meant what I said, Gabe. I’ll go with you when you pay your respects to his widow. You’re not alone in this.”
Another lump lodged in Gabe’s throat. “Thank you.” Then he leaned forward. “The road ends up here. There’s a gate blocking anyone from going farther.”
“He’s going off road.” She glanced at the map on her phone, then turned into the parking lot of the last local business on the road before it ended at the old gate. “I’m going to wait here for a few minutes.”
She turned off their borrowed car’s lights and they watched as Mule got out of his Range Rover and pushed at the gate. It swung open easily.
“He’s got to be meeting someone,” she murmured. “I wonder who.”
“Are we going to find out?” Gabe asked, not sure how he hoped that she’d answer.
“You bet your fine ass we are,” she said without moving her gaze from Mule, who had gotten back into his Rover and was going through the gate. He didn’t bother closing it.
“He wants a quick getaway,” she said. “Which is fine by me.”
Leaving her lights off, she waited until Mule’s lights were no longer visible before pulling out of the parking lot and following. “I needed to give him time to get a little ahead of us,” she said. “Always a tightrope, following someone like this. Need to give them enough space to confidently get where they’re going without arousing any suspicion.”
The road had disappeared, becoming more of a beaten path, and Molly slowed their speed, rolling down the windows as she inched along. The air smelled earthy, already thick with humidity. They were very close to the bayou, yet Gabe could hear the roar of the Range Rover just up ahead, still driving way too fast.
He didn’t say a word. He could barely even breathe.
This was significant.
This could be it.
We’ll catch them, Dad.
He only hoped that he and Molly walked away once they had.
