The evening fog was getting heavier, so Philip flicked his headlights down to dipped beam. Unknown, unlit countryside and the earlier incident had been bad enough.
“You agree, don’t you?” Philip glanced at his passenger. “We couldn’t have done anything else.”
“Whatever ….” Lauren said, not looking at her married lover.
“What do you mean, whatever? If I’d stopped, there would have been questions, and names would be required.”
“I’ve got nothing to hide.” The teenager peered into the illuminated grey mass ahead.