It was a dark highway now, though I'd left the desert and sun way behind.
I had the cool wind in my face, too. Outflow boundary from the thunderstorm ahead, and the VW Bug I'd hotwired was a Cabriolet. I had no clue how to put the top up, so I was going to get soaked.
Still, I'd scammed the dealers and had their cash and drugs in suitcases in the backseat. They'd stay dry.
I hit the deluge, wipers going full, and slowed to maybe twenty. Just keep moving was my mantra, but a roar to my left and the rain went sideways as the wind hit.
I threw myself onto the floorboards as the VW began to lift. 'Toto, we're not in Kansas' mixed with 'The rains in Africa' in my mind, fighting to keep the realization at bay that this was unlikely to end well.