Rule drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and did not curse or contemplate a judicious culling of the herd. Not much. The slow creep was aggravated by the fact that he couldn’t switch lanes aggressively. Impatience was not sufficient reason to risk losing the car tail...
Scott said. They were in Rule’s car, headed for Bethesda. Scott was driving, of course. Lily had turned the heater on. The sun was down and the temperature kept dropping. Surely it was too early in the year for snow? She hoped so. She hadn’t brought a heavy coat with her. Rule was in the ambulanc...