As Winters sped north, Brian watched his progress. The two cameras he strategically placed on the chosen route allowed him to see when Winters passed critical points on his northbound journey. He had just passed camera number one, which was fifteen miles south of Ragged Point, and would have four minutes at seventy miles per hour until he approached camera number two. Brian nodded to himself, fighting anxiety but feeling satisfied that all was going according to plan. He looked up at the sky and felt a sense of relief as the fog began to roll in; sometimes the weatherman got it just right.
May 24 9:52 a.m.Jack Winters saw one more problem developing, and it was a big one. A thick fog hovered over the roadway a few miles ahead. A feeling of dread swept over him as he considered that he rea
