CHAPTER 20The fog had grown so dense that Kintyre knew his goal only by the car parked at the roadside. “Don’t stop!” he cried, the moment it hove into view. “Brake easy. Let me out a hundred yards on.” He began to open the door. “The nearest phone I remember is a gas station a few miles farther south. Don’t raise your own posse and come back. They’d hear you and might shoot her first. Wait for the police. Good luck.”
They rolled softly through a dripping gray swirl. Kintyre stepped from the car. Contact jarred in his feet. Almost, he fell, running alongside it in search of balance. Then the dark wet body slipped from him and was lost. He heard a muffled slam as Guido closed the door, the rising drone of speed, and now just his shoes thudding on pavement.
He stopped himself and jogged ba
