
In fact John Reddy drove east and north into the Adirondack Mountains by a shrewd circuitous route. Taking back roads, even alleys and unpaved lanes, lurching across parkland and open fields (like the spit of land between Garrison Road and North Forrest where the Caddie’s tire tracks would be discovered in the morning) when he could, for the first five hours or so fleeing by night, in sleet, in the acid-green Caddie that by day would have been identified within minutes by cops, for they’d sent out an alert he was wanted, prime suspect in a murder case. Caucasian, sixteen years old. John Reddy sped through these towns without registering their names: Lancaster, Batavia, Le Roy, Honeoye, Shortsville, Waterloo, Seneca Falls, Auburn.
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