"Where are we going?" Gail asked. She had been asking this same question in different forms for the past ten minutes. Yet all William had to offer her was the same short answer every time.

"To visit someone." He said again, fixing his attention on the road in front of them.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift, he looked like a man in total control. But Gail knew better. The concentration on his face and the tightness of his grip also confirmed what she already ...