She had finally stopped shaking from all that had happened this morning. The late afternoon sky was the color of famous Bisbee blue turquoise—a beautiful blue without the greenish hue of traditional turquoise. The sky was clear of any clouds and the day was warm. George Fallon had rented a car in his name at a car rental agency after they’d wiped down the truck and had parked it at a campground in the Huachuca Mountains. The truck would be found soon enough, but it had been a place where no one should have noticed them leaving it. Tori glanced at Landon, whose left arm was in a sling, as they left Bisbee’s town limits. “How far is it to your ranch?” “Twenty miles from Bisbee and twenty-five from Douglas.” She looked back to the road. “You think we’ll be safe there?” “Right now it’s the safest place I can think of.” He watched her as he spoke. “Now that the phone with the tracker has been destroyed, I think we’ll be fine. How are you holding up?” “I should be asking you that.”
