"My family's lake house. It's about thirty minutes away," she told him, reaching for her phone inside her purse.

"I'll text them," she said, glancing at him sideways. She didn't know what the others were up to and she didn't want them asking too many questions. She didn't want them following her when she was with -- as far as she knew -- the next target.

"Take I-80 West, it's right off the road."