"If they're targeting you, then by definition they already know you're alive," she cannot resist pointing out. Her eyes remain on the road, and a glint of sunlight in the rearview mirror catches Irene's attention.
It could have been a trick of the light, or the imagination of a currently overtaxed mind, or there was a car behind them, coming up over a rise in the desert road.
She isn't willing to risk it being the last, so she speeds up, casting an eye along the road. There is an abandoned gas station, recently closed judging by the state of the plywood still covering its windows and door, and she turns the car sharply into its lot, parking in the shadow of the abandoned building, careful to keep the car out of view of the road.
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Date: 2012-08-17 02:45 am (UTC)It could have been a trick of the light, or the imagination of a currently overtaxed mind, or there was a car behind them, coming up over a rise in the desert road.
She isn't willing to risk it being the last, so she speeds up, casting an eye along the road. There is an abandoned gas station, recently closed judging by the state of the plywood still covering its windows and door, and she turns the car sharply into its lot, parking in the shadow of the abandoned building, careful to keep the car out of view of the road.