< previous page page_110 next page >

Page 110
certainty was that it involved Mike and the connection that had drawn her to him through the years.
Was he the cause? Abby hated to think so, yet maybe she was here to keep him from committing some horrible act. She had, after all, had a piercing premonition of danger when she first met him. She would have to wait and see.
In any event, without having been there in her life, Abby was already frightened of Los Angeles.

Mike noticed Abby's look of concern when he cut onto the 210 Freeway, even though the sign over the 10 Freeway said Los Angeles. "I want to go through Pasadena," he explained. "It's out of the way, but I want to stop at one of my oldest Arlen's Kitchens before we get to the office." She nodded, but he believed he could have gotten the same noncommittal, dazed reaction if he'd said the route was quicker via the moon.
This woman was such an enigma! He recognized her emotions from the expressions on her face without understanding their rationale, and she asked questions without answering any. Why had she run away to the wash that morning, then appeared so happy to see him?
Now she stared wide-eyed at the most mundane thingssigns and streetlights, gasoline stations, even graffiti. He could understand her awed reaction to the mushrooming density of traffic; he'd never gotten used to L.A. driving, even after enduring it for years. But how had she made it across the country from her Pennsylva-

 
< previous page page_110 next page >