Chapter 27
Lumbergh made his way across the off-ramp leaving the highway. He could barely see ten feet in front of him as he slowed down to about fifteen miles per hour. The mesmerizing, dizzying snow lit up by his headlights came down in sheets. Driving any faster would have surely sent the cruiser skidding off the shoulder and into a ditch. He carefully straightened out the wheel once he pulled onto a much narrower road, proceeding slowly and cautiously.
He switched back and forth between his high and low beams, hoping one setting would give him an advantage. Neither did. He was dealing with a virtual whiteout.
In the backseat, Martinez whistled a long, meandering tune that Lumbergh didn’t recognize. The intern seemed to be enjoying himself, eager to witness what he had come to see.
