No Exit by Taylor Adams 2

Here, hundreds of miles inland, stranded at a remote highway
rest stop in the Rockies?
The oxygen seemed to drain from the room.
San Diego.
“But … but, that’s not her,” Jay added quickly, gripping
her wrist. “She just looks like her. It’s just a coincidence.”
No, it’s not, Darby wanted to say. Not tonight.
Tonight, there are no coincidences—
By the front door, Ed and Sandi had stopped arguing.
They were both listening now, standing in petrified attention.
Then Darby heard it, too — a pair of muffled footsteps, boots
crunching in the packed snow outside, approaching the door. A
two-man death squad.
Ed backed away from the door, red-faced. “Oh, Jesus.
Everyone get ready—”
“Ed,” Darby said. “Where did you say you guys are
from?”
“Not now—”
“Answer the question, please.”
He pointed. “They’re right outside the door—”
“Answer the goddamn question, Ed.”
The brothers’ footsteps halted outside. They’d heard
Darby raise her voice and now they were listening, too. Ashley
was less than six feet away, waiting on the other side of that
thin wooden door. She even heard Rodent Face’s familiar
mouth-breathing outside, like a hospital ventilator.
“We … we drove from California,” Ed answered. “Why?”
“What city?”
“What?”
“Tell me the city you’re from.”
“Why does that matter?”