Dana glanced back one more time.
Alex appeared in the lobby. Smiling, he waved his wallet.
And then he saw Gordon, and the gun.
His eyes widened in terror. Calling her name, he broke into a sprint.
“Now,” shouted Gordon.
Stifling a cry, Dana got into the Escalade’s front seat and slid over to the passenger side. The man got in next to her, shut the door, and turned the key in the ignition.
“Dana!” Alex banged on the back of the SUV.
Gordon tore away.
Once more, Alex started running, but it was no good.
They veered into traffic and headed for the highway.
Chapter Eighteen
It didn’t take long for Gordon to become agitated. They hadn’t been on Interstate 15 for more than a few minutes before he was banging his palm on the steering wheel.
She didn’t dare reach for her phone. Alex would have called 9-1-1 for her anyway.
Alex.
The fear in his eyes had just about destroyed her.
She couldn’t let it. She had to stay calm and keep Gordon as calm as possible as well.
He said himself he didn’t know if he wanted to hurt her.
There was a way out of this. She just had to find it.
“So,” she ventured, “where are you taking me?”
He didn’t respond and just stared ahead.
“I’ve always hated this route. Nothing to see. Unless you like gravel at the side of the road, of course. The mountains in the distance are nice, though.”
Gordon was silent.
Dana decided to follow his lead. He still held the gun in his right hand, steering with his left. If she annoyed him enough, he might strike out and hit her.
They drove past the Sloan Canyon National Conservation Area. Dana knew for a fact Nevada Highway Patrol had a tiny office near the rest stop up ahead.
Would Gordon know that? He wasn’t from around here.
They might very well be driving into a trap. Once he realized it, would he lash out?
Call her crazy, but Dana wasn’t ready to go out in a blaze of glory.
“I’m, um, I’m sorry about your sister. I’ve heard some good things about her.”
“Who told you that? Alex?”
“Yes.”
