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Tuesday
Peter was off the chair, crouching on the
floor next to Danny before the words were completely out of Fred's
mouth. Cathy, too, had instinctively ducked; Danny was already low
enough to be hidden. She inched her way to the back and peered out
the small window.
It was indeed a Bronco, about eight
car-lengths behind them. Sunlight glinting off the windshield hid
the driver's identity, but she had no doubts. For the moment, the
other vehicle hung back, content to follow. She nodded to
Peter.
"How far are we from the Skyeville exit?" he
asked.
"I don't know," Fred answered.
"Do you have a map?"
Mrs. Martin found one by the side of the seat
and handed it to him. The map followed the course of the parkway,
with exits and other points of interest marked. He spread i
