THIS TIME Jeremiah DROVE. HE WAS USING AN UNMARKED Chevy, identical to Roscoe's issue. He bounced it out of the lot and turned south. Accelerated through the little town. The first few miles I recognized as the route down toward Yellow Springs, but then we swung off onto a track which struck out due east. It led out toward the highway and ended up in a kind of maintenance area, right below the roadway. There were piles of asphalt and tar barrels lying around. And a car. It had been rolled off the highway and it was lying on its roof. And it was burned out.
"They noticed it Friday morning," Jeremiah said. "Wasn't here Thursday, they're sure about that. It could have been Joe's. "
We looked it over very carefully. Wasn't much left to see. It was totally burned out. Everything that wasn't s
