290 The Waiting Game

(Jayden)

I’m pacing the length of the room, my eyes flicking to Gus’s laptop every few seconds. The signal from Winona’s GPS tracker hasn’t moved in thirty minutes.

My stomach churns with anxiety.

Every second that ticks by feels like an eternity. “Are they just standing still?”

“No, we’ve lost satellite transmission.”

I had high hopes when I could see the van on the road but that froze soon after.

Gus sits at the desk, calm and focused as he types away. He’s too calm. How can he be so calm?

“They should have made contact by now,” I say, unable to keep the frustration out of my voice.

“The van crashed. It went off road before it got to the interception point. They’ve just tracked it down.” Gus replies, not looking up from the screen.

“Crashed?” I snap. “Are they okay?”

Gus finally looks up, his expression neutral. “They aren’t there. A dead guy in the back. The driver and passenger both died too.”

“Fuck! Where are Winona and Cass?”

“We assume they are alive.”

“Assume?” Winona is out