Georgia was a long way from where Murphy had been. And this place didn't look a thing like it, either. So they weren't in Georgia and they weren't where he and Connor had been. That narrowed the possibilities down by maybe two percent.

"Got any idea where a town might be?" he asked, rubbing a finger under his lower lip, shoulders hunching a little as he took a look around them. She was leading and he was fine following, but he'd been assuming she knew where she was heading. If this place was new to her, then that wasn't the case. "Or we just walking and praying God sends us a sign?"