Chapter 8
I didn’t expect a clean escape. Wawawai Road was a bottleneck, a twisting and narrow two-lane with no exits until the Wawawai Bicentennial Bridge, more popularly known these days as Redwolf Bridge, the way back into the city. I pushed the big car beyond its safe speed, but if Finke got the Mustang going he’d still be on my ass like stink on a hippie. It would only take a few minutes to drop Candy into the drink, a few more to slap on the spare tire she’d been keeping company in the trunk. He wouldn’t even need to bother with a jack now that Musclehead was back with the program. I suspected he’d already called his friends for help and that I’d find the road blocked ahead. My guts tightened as I put miles between myself and Granite Rock, my suspicion growing to a certainty. Then I
