Two Ford pickup trucks came to a slow halt, each facing the opposite direction, on a country road surrounded by miles upon miles of golden wheat fields. Twin plumes of their following dry dust trails met in the middle of the road, swirled around the pickup trucks, momentarily making them disappear, before finally drifting off toward a wheat field. Windows rolled down and each man flopped out an elbow and rested on the doors as they turned and looked at each other.
“What’s the news from Decker?” the gray-eyed Neil asked.
“He made sure the highway patrolman who almost caught us getting rid of Dimitri met his timely demise. Funny thing is the two detectives never went up to talk to the guy,” Mark answered.
“Who did they talk to?”
“Some old woman who apparently worked as a lab technician f
