disappeared as the convoy sped down Highway 101, finally turning onto a road called Highway 280. Piper rapped her finger on the dashboard of the passenger seat, every fiber of her being alive with anticipation. After decades of hope and longing, she was finally with her children, but she wondered...
Each light was attached to the front of an open four-wheeled vehicle upon which a single rider sat, straddling the seat and holding on to handlebars. Most of the riders glanced at the five travelers noncommittally and kept going, heading toward the explosion. Five of the riders stopped. The five ...