Desolate Destination

Ten minutes later, ten police cars left the smooth road and turned onto a mountain path. The ride got bumpier and bumpier.

Carmichael sat next to Dylan, watching as Dylan was hammering away at the police laptop, his fingers flying over the keys.

In the next second, the code turned into a blue-green map, a tangle of white lines crisscrossing all over. Where the lines crossed, two red dots started f