The car that waited outside for Katelina and Jorick was large and blue: a relic of an era when people were more interested in size than gas mileage.

Katelina found herself quickly bundled into the backseat. Jorick slipped back into the motel room to return with the ugly orange bedspread. He wrapped it tightly around her, and her soaked clothes, murmuring encouraging phrases to wipe away the horror that shone in her eyes. Her head bobbed in time to his words and she agreed to ...