Chapter 14 - Tracking Highway Tolls Through The Freezing New England Night
The snow began to fall in thick, blinding flakes as Nora drove Miller’s sedan down the empty interstate toward Vermont.
Lily had fallen asleep in the backseat wrapped in Miller’s wool jacket, her small chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.
Miller sat in the passenger seat, his arm bandaged from a graze he had taken during the cabin shootout.
“Eleanor’s corporate lawyers will have state troopers watching every major bridge and tunnel south of Albany,” Miller muttered.
“We can’t go back to the city; we need to drop off the grid entirely until we reach a federal magistrate in Boston.”
Nora gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white as her eyes scanned the dark highway signs looming through the blizzard.
“Mark has my phone number tracked,” Nora said quietly. “He’ll know every cell tower we ping along this route.”
She reached into her coat pocket, pulled out her burner phone, and tossed it out the passenger window into the snow.
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“Let him look,” Nora whispered fiercely. “We’re heading for my sister’s cabin near the Canadian border.”
As they crossed the county line, a set of high-beam headlights suddenly appeared in their rearview mirror, closing the distance fast.
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