“Turn left, here!” Jared says.
I pull a sharp left turn onto a dirt road that leads into the orchard.
“Give me more of a warning next time,” I snap.
“Sorry! It’s been a while since I’ve been this way.”
“What next?” I tersely ask.
“It’s a straight drive to the orchard. Once we get there we’ll park the car behind the barn and then go into the trees, so we can ambush the people following us.”