The deuce-and-a-half slowly bounced down the rutted, refugee-clogged road. Hunter and four armed paratroopers stood in the supply-crowded cargo bay. The truck worked its way against a southward creeping human tide. “How much further, Mr. Radko?” Michael asked. Stefan didn’t answer. He wasn’t paying attention. How can it be? he thought. Impossible! Danforth! Gregorie’s murderer. Now his son is here. Michael repeated his question. “What! Oh! It’s just around the bend in the road. You will see an old, gray Mercedes on the right side.” “How’d you get a car this far south? The roads must have been crammed with people.” “We just drove at their pace most of the time. There is the car up ahead,” Stefan pointed. “That is as far as we got before the traffic stopped completely.” Michael shielded his eyes from the sun’s glare. The road and the fields on each side were wall-to-wall people. A woman and a teenaged boy stood next to the Mercedes, parked in the shade of a large tree.
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