Finally, satisfied that I wouldn’t draw undue attention to us, I drove to the coordinates Mark had programmed into my PDA and then settled in to wait.
The whine of tires and the revving of the engine signaled the approach of a car, and from the sound of it, if the driver didn’t slow down, he was going to need a real EMT.
The car, a black Bentley sedan, went into the curve too fast. Oddly enough, the driver didn’t seem to be making any attempt to either slow down or bring it under control. My lover was good, but had he finally come across someone who was just a bit better? I held my breath and watched in horror as the Bentley flipped onto its roof and skidded half a dozen yards, finally coming to a sluggish halt, rocking gently.
I threw open the door of the ambulance and sprinted toward
