The whooshes of passing vehicles had gradually slowed, and now minutes went by when all she could hear were the Jaguar’s tires slipping over the road. Dawn imagined the river on her left, smooth and black as an oil slick. The tangled woods on her right, breaking through the icy ground. Keeping her eyes closed was harder than she’d imagined. The temptation to look around was overwhelming, especially when she sensed the landscape changing outside. She peeked through her eyelashes at regular intervals, but only for a half-second at a time. A sideways glance from Dr. Reynolds while her eyelids were fluttering and it would be game over. The biggest unknown, the thing she desperately wanted to confirm, was that Karl was still following in the Civic. She had no reason to believe he wasn’t, but the uncertainty was driving her crazy. What if he’d had an accident? The roads were wet and greasy – he might’ve got stuck behind a trailer and then taken a corner too aggressively in a frantic bid to catch up.
