She looked at him and noticed that his skin was starting to smoke and steam, his pale complexion turning a red that was going to get worse and worse as the sunlight got more prevalent. She quickly took off her jacket and wrapped it around his head, hiding him from the sunlight and giving him a hood.
“Turn off at the nearest exit,” she said to him, knowing that there had to be some kind of a hotel or motel that they would be able to hide out at for a few hours. She wondered if those motorcyclists, clad in black, would be able to follow them or operate during the daylight. She didn’t think so. It would be too risky. She had seen the cyclists looking behind them at the sunlight when they got onto the interstate. That was the look of fear and terror.
Vincenzo didn’t argue. They got off the i
