Colette suddenly stopped in the middle of the road and knelt down, examining the ground.
Gwen peered over her shoulder, trying to gauge what had captured her attention.
"What's the hold-up?" she asked.
"Look at this," Colette pointed to where the tire tracks came to an end. "They just stop here. That's strange."
Gwen stepped closer and didn't respond right away, trying to process what she was seeing—or rather, what she wasn't seeing.
"That doesn't make any damn sense," she said. "Tires don't just...stop leaving marks unless someone picks up the car and fucking carries it."
"Right. So either someone's got some next-level tech for erasing tracks—which I've never seen—or…" Colette trailed off, glancing at Gwen.
"Or what? UFOs? If you've got something real to say, just say it."
