CHAPTER 26
RICK SPED DOWN the empty freeway, nose aimed toward the Tacoma Dome and points west. He rounded a gradual curve and as his vantage point opened up on the new vista, he saw that a snarl of traffic sprawled across the road about a hundred yards in front of him. If he continued forward, would he be able to move far enough to clear the flow path? If he turned around, could he make it out of harm’s way before the tidal wave of mud thundered across the I-5? He knew he had only minutes, seconds maybe, to get out of the danger zone.
The radio gave forth a high-pitched emergency signal, interspersed with warnings and official announcements. He switched it off. Glancing to his left, he thought he could see a brown smudge, moving in the distance. He braked, slowing the car, and shifted i
