As if there were a motel. Mel kicked the hapless can again. Did he really expect her to believe they would drive up to some dumb motel with a dinosaur out front?

Right.

So, here she was, tired, hungry, and numb from the waist down, stuck on some back road with a crazy psychic. She was two hundred and fifty miles from home, and she had eleven dollars and eighty-six cents on her person.

“Sutherland.”

Mel whirled and caught the candy bar he tossed her. She would have cursed him then, but she had to snag the soft drink can that came looping after it.

“Look, Donovan …” Since he was busy with the gas pump, she stalked over, ripping the wrapper off the candy bar as she went. “I’ve got a business to run. I have clients. I can’t be running around half the night with you chasing wild geese.”

“You ever done any camping?”

“What? No.”

“I’ve done some up in the Sierra Nevadas. Not far from here. Very peaceful.”

“If you don’t turn this bike around and take me back, you’re going to have an eternity of peace. Starting now.”

When he looked at her, really looked, she saw that he didn’t appear tired at all. Oh, no. Rather than suffering from four hours of traveling, he looked as if he’d just spent a week at some exclusive spa.

Under the relaxation, the calm, was a drumming excitement that took hold of her pulse and set it hopping. Resenting every minute of it, Mel took a healthy bite of chocolate.

“You’re crazy. Certifiable. We can’t go to Utah. Do you know how far it is to Utah?”

He realized the temperature had dropped considerably. Sebastian peeled off his jacket and handed it to her. “To the place we want, from Monterey? About five hundred miles.” He clicked off the pump, replaced the nozzle. “Cheer up, Sutherland, we’re more than halfway there.”

She gave up. “There must be a bus depot around here,” she muttered, tugging on his jacket as she headed toward the harshly lit store.

“This is where he stopped off with David.” Sebastian spoke quietly, and she stopped in her tracks. “Where they made the first switch. He didn’t make the kind of time we did, what with traffic, nerves, and watching the rearview mirror for cops. The meet was set for eight.”

“This is bull,” Mel said, but her throat was tight.

“The night man recognized him from the sketch. He noticed him because Jimmy parked all the way across the lot, even though there were spaces just out front. And he was nervous, so the night man kept an eye on him, thinking he might try to shoplift. But Jimmy paid.”

Mel watched Sebastian carefully as he spoke. When he was finished, she held out a hand. “Give me the sketch.”