CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Until he felt sure that the roadblock was safely behind him, the man kept driving without giving much thought to where he was headed. He’d passed by Flagstaff without incident, and nobody on the highway seemed to be following him, or paying any attention to him at all.
Not that there’s anything to worry about, he kept telling himself.
He’d handled the Highway Patrol sergeant with his usual charm and finesse, and the troopers’ search of his RV had been perfunctory at best.
There had been one scary moment, though, when his conversation with the sergeant had been interrupted by a phone call. The sergeant had gotten out of the RV to take the call and seemed to be hearing some kind of breaking information. The man had wondered whether he was about to be identified after
