10The macabre illusion was created by the car’s oversize grill. It was trapezoidal, bigger across the bottom than the top.
The dark metal looked like a big, gaping mouth and the headlamps slanted back from it like eyes on a huge jungle cat. A hungry man-eating cat.
I shook off the jetlag-induced fantasy. The Scion might have a ferocious expression but she was soft and sweet on the inside.
Reclaiming the comfy driver’s seat, I drank go-juice and nibbled on the donuts while I got my new cellphone working. At eight-thirty, I swallowed the rest of my coffee and rang Holger.
He answered by repeating the number I’d called.
I started with my worst fear. “Did the feds grab Woody?”
“Negative,” he retorted. “I got an all-clear.”
I translated in my head. Bella had notified him that her team ha
