They were now crawling along at barely more than ten miles an hour, good for keeping on the road, not so great for getting away. The station wagon was old and heavy and only had two-wheel drive. This was taking too long. The man she had tracked through the trees with her night scope must have found the body by now and called the cops or be driving back to town to tell them what he’d found. It would be all over the news by morning, a warning to all of the consequences of sin and blasphemy. The cops would probably play down the nature of the death, keep the bloody details out of the public eye but it wouldn’t do any good, she had taken some pictures of her own that could be leaked onto the internet to make sure it was seen by everyone. Archangel would be pleased with them – which meant they were one step closer to being together, one step closer to driving a car like this of their own, maybe with their own baby seat in the back. She felt both happy and sad at the thought of it. They would be married for sure, but the judgement was coming too soon for them to be able to have a child of their own.
