“Where the hell are we?”
Will and Hannah’s car slammed to a halt at a crossroads, forcing the moving van to brake sharply behind them.
Hannah looked up from the map and peered ahead. No signposts, for the fifth time today. She made an apologetic gesture out the window to the driver, and ducked back before he could lock eyes with her.
“Weren’t we here a minute ago?” Will said, grabbing the map...