Minutes earlier, when the car slowed for the treacherous North Huntington bend, Kush and Donna had made their escape.

Donna whispered in the driver's ear. "You sure you can handle this?" 

"Oh yes. I'll say it's a misunderstanding. I really did think I needed repairs."

"And you never saw us?"

"Never. Jamais."

Donna kissed the driver on the cheek.

"Bonne chance," he said. "Thanks for the CDs."