CHAPTER SEVEN
IN THE GLOW OF THE headlights, the car swallowed the road voraciously and they moved toward the north country - not, he noticed, on route 87. They had not been seen leaving the city, nor had they been seen packing the car. The garage had a door that led into the kitchen, and Nick had laid on the back seat floorboards until they were in the country. Now, sitting in the front seat, he wondered vaguely if Beth, in her joy at having him home, had given herself away to her friends. He hoped not. He glanced sidewise at her and noticed that she drove with a smile on her face.
“Is it far to the cabin?” He asked.
“Not now. We’re almost to the turn off.”
He lapsed again into silence, the old questions still whirling about in his mind. Who were the men who were after him? What did t
