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involved, the situation will only worsen." |
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Don't ask me why I didn't run around to the front of the building and get in the Z with the survival kit still tucked securely behind the driver's seat. For some reason, instincts were taking over. I knew, but I didn't know. I was getting a strong signal from wherever it is those signals come from that Glenna Austin was somewhere up there in the fog just ahead of me. Chalk it up to gut feeling. |
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Unless the Austin woman was clairvoyant, which was a distinct possibility, there was no way for her to know I was trying to follow her. Half of my problem was that I couldn't be certain she was up the fog-shrouded streets ahead of me. The other half of the problem was I was so preoccupied trying to weave the old woman into the story that I damn near collided with someone. |
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He was standing there in that damned olive drab fatigue jacket like a sentinel, almost part of the fog. He glowered out at me from under that pronounced ridge like some sort of malevolent gargoyle. He had waited until I was within five feet of him before he spoke. There was no greeting, merely his raspy and ominous pronouncement. "I warned you," he said in his measured fashion. |
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"What the hell are you doing out here?" |
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