If Rachael were steering Marcus to the victims there would be no trail back to him," I suggested."Okay, but why would she disappear suddenly," the Com...andant asked."Maybe a falling out between thieves or maybe she was scouting at the party I invited her to attend. If the intended victim is not such a nice guy, she could have left a trail or something. It could be that the hosts were capable of disappearing her," I suggested."Well that's lousy grammar but a definite possibility," he admitted.. " Typical, he was supposed to give you a heads-up." About what?" Scott asked. He'd driven up on a slow Buick. The road was straight as an arrow, but you never knew when a rancher might decide to pull out from a hidden side road."How do you feel about getting the old band back together?" Bo asked."I don't know if the ladies can handle the three of us," Scott said. He gave the SUV's throttle a little kick and passed the Buick. "What have you got cooking?" There's a big shooting match this weekend. The wind was in my hair, howling in my ears, and there she was. Angela, standing in the road, standing in the light in front of us. Looking at me, smiling with her arms wide. It was her and it had always been her, appearing out of the dark.My dad didn't yell. He didn't make a sound, he just jerked in his seat, his strong arms turning the steering wheel, too hard, too fast. Yanking us around and over and the whole world turned upside down. I wanted to stop him. I knew her. We couldn't hurt her,. ..Whoa...There! It’s there!Okay, now you know it’s up and you’ll have something to read after work.Oh, who are you kidding! You know you have to read it now!I steal a nervous glance at the closed door. Sure it locks, but I can’t risk it. So I’m reading, eyes tracking sentences like lighthouse beacons, heart banging like a loose shutter in hurricane season, and already the locks on the Panama Canal are failing. All the familiar tingles and throbs are at high frequency and multiplied.