He was nowhere near Romeo or Route 53. He was turning from a blacktop secondary road onto a dirt road that led directly into woods. The beige Buick, because of the lack of other traffic out here, was keeping well back.Parker drove half a mile before he found a place where he could pull the Mustang off the dirt track. Trees hemmed the car in on all sides. It was green, which in here was a lucky color.Parker left the car, crossed the dirt road, and made his way through the trees back the way he’d come, paralleling the path. After a minute or two he heard the Buick coming, and stopped beside a tree. His automatic was in his right hand.The Buick went slowly by, crumpling twigs beneath the tires. The driver was one of the hoods who’d been with the fat man. The one beside him, Parker had never seen before, but he was in the same mold.Parker shot the left front tire, and waited, and for a long time nothing happened at all. The driver had stopped the car the instant the shot sounded, the man beside him was holding a revolver up with its butt resting on the dashboard, and both were turning their heads, looking at the woods all around them.
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