CHAPTER 19: Gatlinburg

　　While my pal John drives through the Great Smoky Mountains, I stare out the window and see the mist roll off the mountain tops. Amazingly, I have always loved how beautiful they are especially just after a quick morning thunderstorm. It has been peaceful for the last two weeks. I think I only saw her once when I caught a glimpse of red leaving the crime scene before I left my Jeep behind and had to run off.

　　When I walked to the next city, I noticed a note board up in the supermarket for rides across the country. I found one that looked good and called the number before grabbing a bite to eat at one of the small restaurants. John, the guy I am riding with, is a college student from the University of Tennessee. He told me that he is majoring in psychology and that he is going to graduate next spring.