I slammed the brakes and screeched my Mini to a sharp halt. "What? What is it?" I said with my heart in my throat, glancing all around, looking for the blood-curdling girl I'd seen in my mind.
"You were about to go right through the gate," he said, waving his hands to the windshield.
Not the windshield, I thought as the thick fog parted, but to an iron gate. And above the chunky spikes of the iron gate, a tall stone-clad structure that looked more like a castle rose imperviously against the smoky afternoon sky.
"You've got to be kidding me," I sighed.
"No, I wasn't," he said in a dark tone, oblivious to my real thoughts. "You almost folded your miniscule car into a freaking sandwich. Look at the size of that thing!" He pointed to the jumbo sized bars of the gate.
"I have looked, and I
