Chapter Twenty-Seven

Arrin was foot-sore and exhausted, so he decided to steal a car. He scoped one out and approached it, but his conscience started bothering him, so deciding he had enough of a guilty burden to carry already he abandoned the theft and instead decided to risk being recognized and buy a car instead. He bought a newspaper from a corner newsstand and searched the used car advertisements, and several hours later he was the satisfied owner of a suitably nondescript and inexpensive white station wagon.

Having a strong need to always be in control, he drove it on manual instead of letting the auto drive take over. He was careful not to drive too slow, too fast, or to break any traffic rules, but in spite of his caution a police cruiser sped up behind him, lights flashing and...

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