But it was all right, now. He had received his instructions, and he was going to make that conclave in Chicago. Somehow, he would drive that distance.
And even if he didn’t. Even if he and Alma, Raymond and Patty should overturn out here, if they should freeze to death, or be cracked up, there would be others. Many others, all heading to Chicago this day, and all waiting for the final word.
It was coming.
Nothing could stop it.
They had done it their way for so long, so terribly long, and now the time had come for a change of owners. It had come to this and there was no stopping it. He had been uncertain before, because he was not a man of violence … but suddenly, it was right. It was the way it would be, because they had forced it this way.
Kin Hooker smiled as he studied the disappearing highway.
Like a million other dark smiles that night, across a white countryside.
A wide, white smile in a dark face.