Hide Her from Every Eye

DRIVING, SLASHING RAIN... — sluiced down, forming an almost opaque wall which the headlights of John Jericho's Mercedes could barely penetrate. The roadside ditches were ominous rivers of rushing, muddy water. The weather was violent -- unfit for any human being -- and Jericho was eager to reach the country house he had rented. Suddenly, starkly illuminated by the lights of the moving car, framed by the murky rain, a woman appeared, almost too quickly for Jericho to avoid her. He twisted the wheel, missing the woman by inches...