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He saw her head jerk up She was looking into herbehind her He hit the horn again and, even though she couldn’t possibly hear him, shouted her name

She went faster

Of course she’d go faster She didn’t knoho it was, zoo the horn like a nize his car What were the odds that a woman alone on an empty road would obediently pull over and stop when a car started following her? Would she figure theimportant? Or would she think he wanted to hurt her and try to outrun him?

Gray hit the gas, pulled abreast of the old Ford and tapped the horn

“Dawn,” he shouted, “it’s me”

She looked over, saw him and her face turned into a mask of terror Her car shot away from his Gray cursed and put his foot to the floor

They flen the deserted road at sixty, seventy, eightyhis fist on the horn, Dawn pushing the old Ford beyond anything it had been etahead and angling it across the road…

Was he crazy?

Sanity returned in a rush The way things were going, they’d both end up dead in a heap of twisted metal He slowed down and fell in behind her Dawn kept up the speed He didn’t The last thing he wanted to do was encourage her to go on driving so fast

The road was straight He’d have no trouble following her back to Vegas, if that hat it took, though he couldn’t iine her old clunker could keep this up forever

Her car couldn’t keep this up forever

It was rattling and groaning, and Dawn had given up looking at the speedohty had to be an hallucination, but she couldn’t sloouldn’t slon She didn’t want to deal with Gray, not out here in the middle of nowhere

The only good neas that she was on her way back fro to it

She looked in the mirror Yes! He’d slowed down and fallen in behind her She was losing hiht it possible? All she had to do noas as station on the corner where the road intersected the highway There would be somebody to help her

By the ti ominous noises Dawn shot a look into the mirror Gray was far behind her She pulled into the station, threw open the door and ran to the office