10
Getting Out of Dodge
Even though the rain had stopped, the streets were still slick and treacherous. My instincts were all screaming at me to hurry, but I knew I wouldn’t be of much use to my mother and Tom if I managed to wrap my car around an electrical pole in my haste.
Somehow, I managed to obey the speed limit…mostly…and pulled into the now-familiar gravel driveway less than ten minutes after I’d left my apartment. The door to the garage bay where Tom had been parking his Cayenne stood open, and as soon as I pulled up and came to a stop, he and my mother emerged.
Their faces looked extra pale in the darkness, since the only illumination was some landscape lights and one of those motion-activated security fixtures bolted to the garage eaves. They were both fully dressed, so at l
