"Shut up," he said, and there was something in his voice that put her on edge, that made her not want to ask any more. "Let's just get out of here."
He peeled out, bouncing through a half-frozen puddle and over a rocky bump. He kept his eyes on the road ahead, not looking around, not looking at her, not looking back, and the expression on his mouth was grim.
Before they hit the next curve, before the close-growing trees obscured the view behind them completely, she turned around in her seat and squinted through the dusty back window, her eyes focusing on a hint of movement.
The door to the building swung open.
And, in a sight she would never forget, she thought she saw the proprietor of The Market.