He laughed and shook his head. “Hardly ever.” The smile slipped a little. “But it was strong tonight, Sarah. I had that Wheel…” He closed his fists softly and looked at them, now frowning. “I had it right here. And it had the strangest goddam associations for me.” “Like what?” “Rubber,” he said slowly. “Burning rubber. And cold. And ice. Black ice. Those things were in the back of my mind. God knows why. And a bad feeling. Like to beware.”
