Chapter 15
Quinn reluctantly eased off the gas pedal when a horrendous downpour cut her visibility to near-zero.
She was off the graveled back roads, thank goodness. But she might have kept better traction there than on asphalt that gathered puddles slick with oil and road-gunk.
One thing the rain did was intensify the feeling that her car was a cockpit: the high-tech command center of a sleek machine that responded to her every wish.
Console and stereo lights set to warm blue, a curving dashboard and driver’s area that fit her like a fine leather glove. A seat more comfortable and adjustable than anything in her house or anyone else’s.
And that stereo was a beast when she was in the mood for it. Or, in a different mood, the car’s excellent soundproofing let her hear the smallest note
