Neil Wayner!

The city of Novaria soon vanished in the rearview mirror of Mia's car and the sky turned heavy, ominous gray of an early dusk with heavy snow falling from the sky.

Silence hung in the car and a fat snow smacked her windshield, slowly gaining an edge on the car's windshield wipers. They had been on the road for hours when Neil glanced in the outside rearview mirror on his side, and his blood immediately froze. A half mile behind them, and closing fast, was the authority car with its red and blue lights rotating furiously.

A second later, he heard the siren begin to wail in the atmosphere and he felt panic slowly begin to seep into his bones. He hated this feeling, but he had no choice.