"Near that strip mall with the nail salon," Daryl says. It had a sign with the name of it and everything, but a tree fell on it a few years back, and he can't remember. He always thinks of the nail salon, though, because it's still got a sign in the window eternally advertising a limited time offer. "Finding it won't be a problem. We get close enough, he'll chase us."

He looks her up and down, hating himself a little for the internal calculation. "How fast can you run?"