Myra raised her head suddenly. She put her hand on Dillon’s arm. He had been cat-napping and jerked up. “What the hell?” he growled.
“Listen,” she said.
He thought he could hear something above the roar of the old engine, but he wasn’t sure. He jerked round and looked through the rear window. In the distance he saw a single beam of light, jerking behind them.
He listened again and faintly he heard the wail of a siren. Instantly his mind came alive.
“There’s a cop behind us,” he snapped to Roxy.
Roxy was so startled that he nearly ran off the road. The flickering light was coming up fast.
“Shove her along,” Dillon snarled. “He’s comin’ up like hell.”
Roxy pressed the pedal down hard, and the car drew away a little. That seemed to get the cop. They could hear the roar of his engine as he forced his machine forward. The siren screamed in their ears.
Dillon jerked out his gun and smashed the rear window.
“Not yet… don’t shoot yet!” Myra cried.