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Chapter 20When the white Volkswagen rolled across Bartlett's city limits, the sun was just starting to nose up over the horizon. It was almost six o'clock in the morning, and Joe had just awakened. Somewhere back in the darkness of Route 219, he had dozed off, lulled by the rhythmic drone of the car radio, and had been sound asleep ever since. Linda had roused him only five minutes ago, telling him that they had finally reached Bartlett. Joe came around quickly, suddenly remembering the gun; his fear of the weapon surged again through the drowsiness, and he realized how important it was for him to get away from the woman as fast as he could. Apparently, she still didn't recognize him, maybe because the car had been so dark until now. Joe figured that once daylight leaped in, though,