It felt good to get behind the wheel of the Spider again. Edwin didn’t realize how much he’d itched to feel the warm leather beneath his fingers, the engine vibrating beneath his feet, and the freedom that always came with a powerful car and an open road. He drove with the top down and ignored the broken window. As soon as he pointed the car down the freeway, he knew he could just keep driving. South, past San Diego, and then east, across the expanse of the country. Then maybe north to Canada. As long as he was in the Alfa Romeo, he could go anywhere he wanted. Be anybody he wanted to be.
He petted the dashboard, fiddled with the radio, and whistled under his breath. Every time he glanced in the rearview mirror, he saw Carson’s familiar car. He had been willing to go with Edwin to San Die
