"I spent the next few days talking to Caroline Spurrier's professors and friends. From the portrait that emerged, she seemed like a likable kid., funny, good-natured, popular, and sweet."
"The house was a stucco, dark gray, with the trim done in white. My heart was pounding as I rang the doorbell. The fellow's face was printed so indelibly in my memory that when the door was finally opened, I just stood there and stared. Wrong man. "
"I turned with curiosity toward the three-car garage at the rear. I cupped my hands, shading my eyes so I could peer through the side window. In the shadowy interior, I saw a pickup, stripped of paint."
'At overpass, I caught a glimpse of him in the southbound lane. He wasn't hard to track, the boxy shape of the van clearly visible as we tore toward town."
"The traffic began to slow, massing one of those inexplicable logjams on the road. I couldn't tell if the problem was a fender-bender in the northbound lane, or a bottleneck in ours, but it gave me the advantage I needed. I was catching him"
"There was noway for him to slow in time and no place else to go. His van plowed into the rear of the crane with a crash that made my blood freeze as I slammed on my brakes. I was luckier than he. My VW came to a stop just like a kiss away from death."