Rogers debated what to do. He could punch the gas and ram them, overpower them,

and make them tell him what they had told Jericho. He thought he might do that

before they reached the small downtown area just over the causeway.

 

He was just about to hit the gas when he stared straight ahead, amazed at what

Puller was doing.

 

The car shot forward.

 

Has he spotted me? Is he trying to get away? Is the woman dialing Jericho right

now? Will the choppers soon be appearing in the sky?

 

He started to accelerate when the sedan cut a sharp left, almost flipping over,

hit a slight rise in the earth, and sailed over the wall and into the channel.

 

Rogers skidded to a stop and watched from his van as the car immediately began

to sink.

 

What the hell is going on?

 

The car disappeared from view, a slight frothing of the water the only sign that

it had been on the surface moments before.

 

As he watched his thoughts whirled.