"They won't," declared Billy. "Don't sweat it, man."
Dave again looked to the mirror, but the Torino had rolled around a bend and he could no longer see the site of the wreck. "My God!" he blubbered. "I can't just do something like that and drive away!"
"Cool it!" burst Billy, and his voice was stern and inflexible. "You've got more important s**t to worry about! You've got your family to worry about!"
"I know," Dave said meekly, "but..."
"Just drive!" ordered Billy. "Get to the bypass! We don't have any more time, man!"
Though he was loaded with guilt for having caused the wreck, though he worried that a police car would roar up behind him at any second, Dave kept driving. He knew that Billy was right, that he had to catch Larry, that it might very well be a matter of life an
