"Good, keep following that trail," Pete instructed, and with the helpful dumping-off of the piece of machinery that was any hacker's dream, that meant he could worm his way into basically anything technological - including GPS systems, and Cindy had one.
But what he was seeing, it wasn't anything good.
Pete's brow scrunched in concern, eyes flashing with irritation in the dark. The screen of the laptop was bright and illuminating. "Head about a mile north, look for...I don't want to say look for a busted guardrail, but that's what it's showing."