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"The helicopter?" Pitt asked conversationally.
Mancuso bent his head back. "Still with us. Flying above and to the right of the limo."
"I have a gut feeling they're working together."
"Does seem strange there are no markings on the bird," agreed Mancuso.
"If they're armed, we could be in for a bad time."
Mancuso nodded. "That's a fact. My pea shooter won't do much against automatic assault weapons from the air."
"Still, they could have opened up and shut off our water miles back."
"Speaking of water," said Mancuso, pointing at the radiator.
The strain on the old car was beginning to tell. Steam was hissing from the filler cap under the sun goddess, and oil was streaking from the louvers of the hood. And as Pitt braked before a tight turn, he might just as well have raised a sail. The brake lining was overheated and badly faded. The only event that occurred when Pitt pushed the pedal was the flash of the taillights.
Pitt had visions of Loren tied and gagged in the plush rear seat of the limousine. Fear and anxiety swept through him like a gust of icy wind. Whoever abducted her might have already murdered her. He pushed the terrible thought from his mind and told himself the kidnappers could not afford to lose her as a hostage. But if they harmed her, they would die, he vowed ruthlessly.
Driving as if possessed, he was consumed with determination to rescue Loren. Using every scrap of his stubborn spirit, he pursued the Lincoln relentlessly.
"We're holding on to them," Mancuso observed.
"They're toying with us," Pitt replied, eyeing the road between the sun goddess hood ornament and the rear bumper of the white limousine racing only fifty meters ahead. "They should have enough power to leave us in their fumes."
"Could be an engine problem."
"I don't think so. The driver is a professional. He's maintained an exact distance between us since the oil spill."
Mancuso looked at his watch as the sun's rays flashed through the trees branching over the road.
"Where in hell are the state police?"
"Chasing all over the countryside. Giordino has no way of knowing which direction we took."
"You can't keep up this pace much longer."
"Al will smell out our trail," Pitt said with complete confidence in his longtime friend.
Mancuso tilted his head as his ears picked up a new sound. He rose up on his knees and looked back and upward through the overhanging trees. He began waving madly.
"What is it?" Pitt asked, decelerating around a sharp turn and over a short bridge that spanned a narrow stream, his foot pushing the near useless brake pedal to the floor.
"I think the cavalry has arrived," Mancuso shouted excitedly.
"Another helicopter," Pitt acknowledged. "Can you see markings?"
The speeding cars raced out of the trees and into open farmland. The approaching helicopter banked to one side, and Mancuso could read the wording on the cowling under the engine and rotor blades.
"Henrico County Sheriff's Department!" he yelled above the heavy thump of the rotor blades. Then he recognized Giordino waving from an open doorway. The little Italian had arrived, and not a minute too soon. The Stutz was on its last breath.
The pilot in the strange copter flying above the limousine saw the new arrival too. He suddenly veered off, dropped low, and headed northeast at full throttle, quickly disappearing behind a row of trees bordering a cornfield.
The Lincoln appeared to slowly drift to one side of the road. Pitt and Mancuso watched in helpless horror as the long white limo angled onto the shoulder, soared over a small ditch, and surged into the cornfield as if chasing the fleeing helicopter.
Pitt took in the rapid change of scene in one swift, sweeping glance. Reacting instantly, he twisted the wheel, sending the Stutz after the Lincoln. Mancuso's mouth hung in shock as the dry and brittle cornstalks, left standing after husking, whipped the windshield. Instinctively he ducked down in the seat with his arms over his head.
The Stutz plunged after the limousine, bouncing wildly on its ancient springs and shock absorbers. The dust clouds flew so thick Pitt could hardly see past the sun goddess, yet his foot remained jammed flat on the accelerator.
