Chapter One

"You're doing the right thing," Marty told herself for at least the fiftieth time since she'd gotten into her small sports car and simply decided to drive away. Away from New York City, away from her modeling career, and away from Rod.

This was all a long time coming. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed. And you don't have to decide anything definite right this minute. Another thing she'd told herself fifty times. She wasn't running away. She was taking a break. A little time to think.

Right now, however, you need to think about your driving, she thought as her car fishtailed again. When she finally decided to flee her life, it would be to head straight into a nor'easter. Somehow, it seemed oddly appropriate.

The snow had begun to fall heavily once she'd crossed the Maine state line. Now, the white flakes were so blinding that the road seemed only to exist as far ahead as the yellowy beams of her headlights could reach, then it dropped off into a swirling white oblivion.

She sat forward, clutched the steering wheel, and concentrated on the vanishing road.

Just a few more miles and she would be home. Despite the terrible traveling, she fought the urge to press down harder on the accelerator. She'd been patient this long. It wouldn't do to go careening off the road now.

She looked into her rearview mirror and noticed the car that had been tailing her for the last several miles was still there.

What kind of nut would be out on a night like this? Besides herself, that is.

She glanced at the twin lights again, then back to the road just in time t

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