A few minutes later they pulled into the national park. He slid his wallet out of the breast pocket of his shirt inside the overalls and slid the Annual Membership card into the little slot. The barrier arm raised slowly, and for a second he was reminded of the guy in the first parking garage.
How had Mark known he needed someone there this week? Why not last week?
Or had they had someone on post there this whole time? He didn't think so… but Mark could be brilliant like that. He grimaced. At this point it hardly mattered. The point was, they'd gotten away. Only barely, but they'd done it.
He had Diane back.
Tryson shook his head in disbelief.
The car lights swung across trees and grass, underbrush, and a big brown sign announcing the Park's twenty-four hour parking for campers.
Try
