Chapter 70

• The car cut through the deserted road, tearing through the night landscape as we headed to Cheyenne, Wyoming. I sat in the back seat, lost in thoughts about my missing children. Caleb was driving, and Hunter kept a vigilant eye on the road ahead, the heavy atmosphere punctuated only by the constant sound of tires on the road.
• Sensing the tension in the air, Caleb broke the silence, “You two are very quiet.”
• Hunter, straightforwardly, replied, “I'm focused on picking up the scent of the boys or Jeff.”