“Plenty. It’s an offence to take any dame but your wife over a State line. There’s a twenty−years rap hanging to it.”
Marie’s eyes opened. “Butbut they let us through.”
Raven’s mouth twitched. “YeahI told ’em you were my wife. The car, the clothes and the general set−up passed us.”
There was a long pause. Then Raven said, “Unless you agree to bein’ my wife on this trip, we’d better turn round.”
Marie stared straight in front of her. Then she said bitterly, “I might have guessed I’d have to pay one way or another for a trip like this.”
Raven put his foot on the brake and the car came to a standstill. “Say the word, sister, and back we go.”
She looked at him and shook her head. “It’s okay. I dare say it won’t kill me,” she said, and settled once more comfortably.
Raven sent the car shooting forward. He knew it was in the bag now.
Neither of them spoke for some time. The Chrysler tore through the night, ripping miles off the State Highway. As the hands of the dashboard clock crept on the night grew colder. Both of them began to feel stiff and chilly.
Raven said, “Just ahead is Williamsburg. I guess we’ll stop there for a drink.”