“Nowhere, apparently.” Riley grabbed her phone. No signal. The map on her lap showed a dashed line—an old county road decommissioned in the 1980s. “We walk. There was a church back about a mile.”
“Jeepers creepers, where’d ya get those peepers…” Jeepers Creepers
The last thing they heard, fading into the static of the radio, was a single, scratchy line: “Nowhere, apparently
Then the singing started again, soft and playful. was a single