There was no car in the drive, so Kearns started down the road, keeping to the ditch, and looking back every few steps. He moved south toward the closest town, hoping they hadn’t been smart enough to come in from the north.
He found the car nosed in along a forgotten drive, hidden in the tall grass. The doors weren’t locked. The keys in the ignition. Kearns could take the car and get out. But that would mean leaving the take.
Footsteps crunched the gravel.
Crouching, Kearns slid into the shadows, patting the ground to find a fist sized stone.