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"If I were her, I’d opt for you"

Why didn’t the car pass her?

She pulled even further over toward the shoulder Still the car didn’t pull around There were two bloody lanes There were no other cars around Did the idiot want three lanes?

Then souy in that Porsche was after her Who was he? He had to be connected with Quinlan--she’d bet her last dime on it

Why hadn’t she stayed in her motel room, quiet on that nice hard bed, and counted sheep? That’s probably what James would have done, but no, she had to coht

Then she saw a suardrail that separated the eastbound lanes froht arc and flew through that opening There was a honk behind her from a motorist who barely missed her He cursed at her out hisas he flew by

There was lots of traffic going back into Philadelphia She was safer now

"Jesus, I can’t believe she did that," Ja so loud in his chest that it hurt "Did you see that opening? It couldn’t have beento have to yell at her e catch her"

"Well, she rit I’d say ot nerves of steel or the luck of the Irish And yeah, you’re sounding like you’re her husband again Stop it, Quinlan It scareswould scare you Pay attention now and stop analyzing everything I say We’ll get her, Dillon; there’s a cut-through just ahead"

It took the in and out of the thicker traffic going back into the city

"Hellfire," Quinlan said over and over, knowing that at any instant someone could cut her off, soe lanes and crush her between two cars

"At least she thinks she’s lost us," Dillon said "I wonder who she thought ere?"

"I wouldn’t be surprised if she guessed it was ut talking to ain Yeah, she probably knows, and that’s why she’s driving like a bat out of hell Jesus, look out, Dillon, oh, my God! Hey, watch out, bubba!" Quinlan rolled down theand yelled at the ain He turned back to Dillon "Daet her?"