The voice on the other end of the line responded dryly.
Dean turned away from the frightened woman and hurriedly tied one end of the line to the back bumper of his Jeep.
Dean's Jeep was at the uphill end of the line of cluttered vehicles and Lydia Larkin was long gone by the time he was free to leave.
For a few seconds there was silence on the other end of the line.
Then you'd pull the free end of the line down to you.
