CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Run, Curly. Run.Kit set off along the country lane, aiming for the general direction of her house. She figured if she kept the lights of the power station behind her and to the right, she’d either end up in Gordonton or fall into the Waikato River. Determination set the pace at a steady clip until she’d covered the first few kilometres, and then exhaustion began its insipid whine. Vehicles passed on both sides of the road, forcing her onto verges made up of squelching mud. Each set of headlights brought the hope that Raki had passed on the message and sent Jerry, but their tail-lights accentuated the failure of all her recent plans.
Self-pity set itself up as her companion. “What made you think you could change your life?” it grumbled. The voice sounded strangely like
