Mark kept up his pace hiking across the foothill terrain. The exertion had long ago passed from a conscious effort into machine-like automation. A trickle of sweat ran down one side of his face. His build was average, but his legs were nicely muscled and responded well to the exertion. He was wea...
It was a very bright day with sunlight glinting off the snow. Mark was driving at a slower pace. He was relaxing now that they had crossed out of Maine and into New Hampshire. The doctor had been furious with them leaving less than a day later. The blood cultures were not even back yet. She was b...