No Exit by Taylor Adams 2

Darby twisted Sandi’s key and the truck’s engine revved
to life. A diesel roar shattered the silence of the parking lot.
Jay crawled into the passenger seat. “What if Ashley
hears?”
She cranked the shifter knob. “He just did.”
She’d already scraped away a viewing hole in the
windshield and dug out a few scraping armfuls around the rear
tires. Just enough to form icy ramps, to gain some momentum.
Sandi had come prepared; this F-150 was a beast of a truck
with studded tires, jangling chains, and a monstrous eighteen
inches of lift. If anything parked here could it make it down
the mountain, it was this rig. And if it couldn’t … well, Darby
remembered Ashley’s lame little Ford joke: Found on road,
dead.
Let’s hope not. She rubbed the chemical sting from her
eyes. Her face was still drenched from that carafe, the hot
water rapidly cooling on her skin.
“Everyone here is bad,” Jay whispered.
“Not me.”
“Yeah, but everyone else—”
Darby tried not to think about it. Her head was still
spinning, too. First Ashley had presented himself as an ally
before betraying her. And now Sandi had revealed her
involvement in the kidnapping plot. She couldn’t possibly
know where Ed Schaeffer stood in all of this chaos, but she
hoped he was still alive in there.
If he’s even on our side to begin with.
She hoped he was, but with every passing second, the
Wanapani rest area seemed to become more hostile. The
plastic tightened around her face. Her allies dwindled. Her
enemies multiplied. The conspiracy was dizzying.
“What was my bus driver doing here?” Jay asked.
Darby gripped the steering wheel. “Moment of truth.”