Mara growled under her breath, frustrated as she hung up and stared out at the endless, unmoving sea of vehicles silhouetted ahead on Interstate 205 heading south. It took almost an hour to get out of the office park, and they hit a slowdown almost immediately while they were still north of the interchange with Interstate 84.
“Would one of you tell me why we are going to Oregon City in such a panic?” Sam asked from the backseat.
“Suter, the FBI guy, turned into a lizard,” Mara said.
“What do you mean, he turned into a lizard?” He caught Ping’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
“Just what I said. All his hair and skin fell off. He turned into this slimy gray-green scaly thing spewing fire like something out of a nightmare,” she said, turning to the back of the car. “What are you so freaked o
