By late afternoon, the weeds had grown so thick across the service road that Voss had to go ahead and find a place wide enough for the cart. Felicity rode in Ivan's arms with Sarge's jacket across her knees. From up there she could see where the old highway had gone. Weeds didn't grow quite as tall through the painted white lines, and the tops of a few cars still showed above the grass. For a mile nobody said much. Victor took the lead from Voss at a blind turn, and whichever man had the outside of the turn kept his eyes up while the others checked the wrecks. She was glad they'd taken the trouble to practice that.
Behind her, Tommy had acquired the better part of an honor guard. Every time he went around a clump of weeds, Pope eased over with him. Sam followed Pope, Ash followed Sam, and Kai watched the rest of them rather anxiously from ahead. The effect on a perfectly ordinary man trying to find a place to piss escaped them until Tommy cleared his throat.
