By now she was half running. Lost sight of the dark car for a moment. Then saw it turn to the visitors parking lot where her own rental car with the trailer was parked. Fuck, she thought, and started running even faster. Michael's entire life is in that moving hooded wagon. They would really hit the jackpot with that collection. Suddenly the memory of the fire was inside her head, thoughts as flames eating away every bit of calm. Releasing the thick black smoke of doubt.