#Chapter63
New Mexico
/"Okay, so we head for Eighth Street. There's apparently a nearby park or forest, she says the locator is sitting there and that somewhere around is the presence of that witch./" Meadow goes back to the text to check details and Carmen follows signs as she drives, focusing her attention and relieving me of their bickering for now. The air is turning colder as night comes in and the atmosphere turns serious and tense as the end of our journey begins to get close.
We left at dawn, and it's around dinner now but at this time of the year the sun sets early. We don't have much daylight before it sets completely and I'm understandably on edge as we push onward.
/"Here!/" Meadow hands the cell to Carmen, with a satnav app bleeping away as she nestles it on the dash where she can glance at it, against the dials and fuel light symbols so she has a clue where to go without searching for road signs.
