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"
Okay
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Now
increase
your
speed
to
thirty
.
And
don
’
t
slow
down
from
that
.
"
One
of
the
cars
behind
them
turned
on
its
lights
and
siren
and
accelerated
toward
them
.
"
Do
not
slow
down
,
"
repeated
Wednesday
.
"
They
just
want
us
to
slow
before
we
get
to
the
roadblock
.
"
Scratch
.
Scratch
.
Scratch
.
They
crested
the
hill
.
The
roadblock
was
less
than
a
quarter
of
a
mile
away
.
Twelve
cars
arranged
across
the
road
,
and
on
the
side
of
the
road
,
police
cars
,
and
several
big
black
SUVs
.
"
There
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
and
he
put
his
chalk
away
.
The
dashboard
of
the
Winnebago
was
now
covered
with
rune
-
like
scratchings
.
The
car
with
the
siren
was
just
behind
them
.
It
had
slowed
to
their
speed
,
and
an
amplified
voice
was
shouting
,
"
Pull
over
!
"
Shadow
looked
at
Wednesday
.
"
Turn
right
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Just
pull
off
the
road
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
take
this
thing
off
-
road
.
We
’
ll
tip
.
"
"
It
’
ll
be
fine
.
Take
a
right
.
Now
!
"
Shadow
pulled
the
wheel
down
with
his
right
hand
,
and
the
Winnebago
lurched
and
jolted
.
For
a
moment
he
thought
he
had
been
correct
,
that
the
camper
was
going
to
tip
,
and
then
the
world
through
the
windshield
dissolved
and
shimmered
,
like
the
reflection
in
a
clear
pool
when
the
wind
brushes
the
surface
,
and
the
Dakotas
stretched
and
shifted
.
