CHAPTER 25Off to the right side of Highway 26, as the roadway rose up to meet the Ross Island Bridge heading east over the Willamette River, Diana could see a dry dock and the cluster of buildings on the waterfront from which the tram cables stretched upward to the T-shaped tower on their way to the top of Marquam Hill. Neither of the two tramcars were gliding across the sky.
Even so, it suddenly seemed ridiculous to her that she and Hannah sat in the backseat of a taxi passing just a couple blocks north of where she had parked on their way to Oregon City. Running in fear. She craned her head around, assessing the streets to see if there was an easy maneuver that would allow the driver to drop them off instead of going all the way home. That thought evaporated when the low, stumpy concret
