Part 10
The tires of my truck kicked up a thick cloud of dust and gravel as we sped down the unpaved service road.
Maya gripped the dashboard, her eyes wide as the truck bounced violently over the uneven terrain. "Dad! Where does this go?"
"It cuts behind the high school football field and dumps out onto Route 4," I said, my eyes locked on the mirrors. "It bypasses the main intersection completely."
I glanced at the rearview mirror.
Through the thick cloud of dust we were leaving behind, I saw the black SUV turn sharply, its tires squealing against the asphalt as Evan realized he had been outmaneuvered. He plunged his luxury vehicle right into the dirt road after us.
But his expensive city car wasn't built for a rough, rocky service road.
I saw his front bumper scrape violently against a high ridge of dirt, sending a shower of black plastic flying into the air. He slowed down, but he didn't stop. He was determined to catch us.
"He's tracking my phone," Maya suddenly realized, her voice rising in panic. "Dad, he has a family locator app installed on my phone. He can see exactly where we are in real time!"
"Throw it out the window," I commanded.
"What?"
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"You heard me, Maya. Roll down the window and throw that piece of garbage as hard as you can into the woods."
She hesitated for a split second, looking at the device that had been her leash for the last seven years. Then, with a sudden burst of defiance, she rolled down the window and hurled the phone deep into the thick brush alongside the road.
