It was empty; the coyote dragged her across and into the rear. They didn’t speak, the process well rehearsed. The coyote lifted the car straight into the dark blue sky until the landscape became nothing but a black velvet sheet. The lights of the cop car disappeared as they banked left, flew for a few moments, then stopped, hovering. She had no idea if Xavi had followed them; as her eyes adjusted, she saw a line of soft red lights that crossed the blackness to fade in the distance. The rail line.