Chapter 36Dunne glimpsed a man with bushy black hair and a bushy beard at the wheel of the Trans Am. He saw big black sunglasses and a gray fur coat.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a motorcycle flashed past the driver's side and cut in front of the Trans Am. The car swerved hard and braked, missing the motorcycle—and spinning out in a squealing, smoking circle. When the Trans Am stopped, it had spun 180 degrees and was left facing the direction from which it had come.
The white-helmeted motorcyclist spun out, too, and darted back toward the car. Before it could get there, the bushy-haired driver burst out of the Trans Am and swung a machine gun from under his fur coat.
Now that the driver was out of the car, Dunne recognized him instantly: he was the spitting image of Jeremiah Wee
