"I've called for a wrecker," Abaddon told her. "We'll need a winch to get it up from there. I'll have it taken to the Harley dealer in Duluth."

"Thank you," she said. The doors closed, and with her locked in place I buckled into the jump seat for the ride.

"Ready," Snake asked.

"Go," I said. I heard the trooper pass us with lights and sirens, and felt the old ambulance accelerate as we pulled in behind him. I put on the headset that would allow me to talk to Snake while we drove.

"How is she doing," he asked me.

"Good, this is why I'm always after you guys...