The next morning. It was very cold with the faint smell of rain damp from last night's rainfall. Zach rubbed his eyes as he rested his head on the side of the car, staring at the map spread for both of them to look at. Kendrick, sighed next to him, traced a route with his finger, muttering under his breath.

“I’m telling you, this has to be something,” Kendrick said finally, leaning back on his heels. “The guy at the petrol station didn’t lie. He said he saw a small dark car leaving the compound around midnight. And it was heading toward the highway.”

Zach exhaled, both of them were...