Katie, sitting up front in the passenger seat, said, “That was the deal. We take you to the ferry. So we’re here. Why don’t you get out and leave us the fuck alone?”

Smoke continued to billow out of the front end of the ferry where the flaming Arrivals had leapt aboard. Before the clouds had completely obscured the view into the ferry deck, Bruce and Katie and Kyle had caught a glimpse of what looked like military vehicles, jeeps mostly. Whatever help had been dispatched was now unable to disembark. At least a hundred people who’d managed to get to the dock, hoping to board and escape to the mainland, had scattered.

While Kyle decided what order to give next, Bruce found a driveway to back into, conducted his maneuver with speed and efficiency, and had the Cadillac heading in the direction from which they’d come.

Bruce tromped on the accelerator and the huge car lumbered forward.

“The airport,” Kyle said. “There’s an island airport, right?”

Bruce nodded. “Yup. Small one.”

“They got helicopters there?” Kyle asked. “I heard something about the cars blocking the runway, but a helicopter could get around that problem.”

“You know how to fly a helicopter?” Bruce asked.

“No, I don’t know how to fly a helicopter,” Kyle sneered sarcastically. “But I can probably find someone who does.”

“Sure,” Katie said. “Turn on the charm. Who wouldn’t want to help you?”

“Katie,” Bruce said, his voice laced with caution. But she either didn’t pick up on his warning not to provoke Kyle, or didn’t care.

“I’m gonna ask you again,” Katie said. “Did you have something to do with this? I mean, you’re scared shitless about being caught here.”

Kyle ignored here. “Take me to the airport,” he said to the back of Bruce’s head.

Bruce turned to Katie and said, “I know, roughly, where the airport is, but I’m not sure of the fastest route. You want to grab the map from the glove compartment?” He angled his head so his voice would be cast back toward Kyle. “Sorry, they didn’t exactly have GPS when they built this beast.”

Katie looked at Bruce as though he’d committed treason. “We’re really going to help this asshole?”

Bruce, calmly, said, “Look in the glove compartment, Katie, and see what you can find.”

She let out a sigh and pressed the button on the glove compartment door. The panel swung downward, revealing its contents. The map book was there, as Bruce had said it would be, along with a few other things Katie had seen when he’d popped open the compartment back at his house to grab the garage door remote. It was there, of course, as well as a micro cloth, and a can of window cleaner spray.

“You see it?” Bruce asked.