Lawrence shifted the Peugeot into reverse and backed up slowly, squinting through the trees, searching for—
“There!” He pointed, stepping on the brakes a second time.
“Therewhat?” A deep scowl wrinkled Ben’s brow.
“There.” Lawrence shook his finger in the directionof the truck. It was parked in a depression. The only thing visible was a portion of its roof. He wasn’t sure how he had seen it. He hadn’t been looking. It had just jumped out at him.
Fate…
The word drifted through his mind once again.
“Oh Jesus,” Ben breathed when he saw what Lawrence was pointing at. “You think they’re in there?” Ben’s hand was suddenly on the butt of the gun protrudingfrom his waistband.
“No.” Lawrence shook his head. “I think they’re inside the manor house.” He quickly pulled the SUV to the side of the road. “It’s back to plan B.”
