Five miles out of the town, Lois turned onto a smaller road, and a minute later she stopped the Buick. She reached into her bag and withdrew an Indiana license plate.
Clark's mouth fell open.
Yeah, I can just see his expression: "Lois! You can't do that! That's *illegal*!"
She nodded. "He told me that the filling station on the edge of town possibly ran a side business that could prove useful. Easy."
"Easy," Clark echoed.
'Easy' ==
What have I gotten myself into now?
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Scardino dragged the blanket from the skeleton and bent low to examine the feet. The bones were strung together with wire.
So, this *wasn't* the body of the alien after having undergone a bizarre post-death purging. Who knew what was typical for beings from other planets?
Can't wait for 5!
Michael
