CHAPTER 17SHE CRIED A LITTLE when they were back in the car, but she smiled at him. “Do not pay any attention to my tears. I am very happy.” She looked away shyly. “Perhaps I—I am not all that you would like me to be, but I will learn, if you will teach me.”
He was back in the present again, fighting his thoughts. The station wagon still waited at the end of the lane. Sara Colvin touched his hand. “I have a proud feeling, a good feeling. Everything is right now. Let us get the money and give it to the police. Then we will be—free.”
“Yes,” he said, starting the motor of the Dodge. He backed around in the sand and headed slowly up the lane. “To your apartment?”
“Yes. I will get a few clothes and the key.”
“We’ll have to hurry—they’ll be hunting for us.”
She said soberly, “There is dange
