Kintyre felt his muscles congeal.
"What's the matter?" Guido stamped on the brakes. The car skidded to a halt.
Kintyre shuddered. The horror screamed, once, and drained from him. He knew remotely that it was not conquered—not yet—but his disintegrated self had coalesced for at least the time during which all of him would be needed.
He said, hearing his voice like another man's:
"Can you push this car back up to ninety going onward?"
"Huh?"
"I think I know where Corinna is."
Guido's hands slackened on the wheel. Suddenly they tensed again. The car growled from the shoulder and began to accumulate speed.
"I don't want to pile us up," said Guido, "but I guess I could average fifty. Where is she?"
"Do you know Point Perro?"