Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

226 :: JOHN R. MABRY
hour, the car behind them toying with them like a cat does a
mouse. It came closer, then backed off, then came closer as if
to ram them again.
“What does he want?” Terry asked.
“My guess is that he wants Mikael back, probably
because, if he comes to, he can put Dane away for kidnapping.”
“But why did he take Mikael in the first place?”
Richard didn’t know, but he didn’t have time to speculate.
The car behind them was threatening another ram.
“Well, dudes, this is only likely to get uglier once we get
off the bridge,” Dylan said, gripping the wheel so hard his
fists were white. “What are we gonna do?”
“I have an idea,” said Terry.
“I wuz hopin’ you would say that, little buddy,” Dylan’s
voice betrayed his relief.
“We have to slow down when we get near the toll plaza—
too many CHP around. He’ll play along, I’m sure. About a
hundred yards past the toll plaza, you have to let me out—
to the left, not the right, so I can make for the protection of
the median divider.”
“Okay....”
“Then you take the first exit to your right—to the
Oakland docks. Circle around to the toll plaza—stick to the
left and just turn into the parking lot before you hit the toll
booths. Zoom through the parking lot and pick me up.”
“Just make a loop, yer sayin’?”
“It’ll give me just enough time to set some wards.”
Dylan looked at Richard for approval. Richard shrugged.
“I don’t have a better plan,” he said.
Dylan nodded, and swerved into the left-hand lane. The
off-ramp for the bridge was just ahead of them, and Terry
got ready. “Don’t stop, just slow down. I’ll roll out, and then
you step on it again.”