It was midday on the cheap uggs online second day of the drive, and they were almost there. Shadow, who had been thinking, said, "A girl vanished from Lakeside last week, when we were in San Francisco."
     "Mm?" Wednesday sounded barely interested.
     "Kid named Alison McGovern. She's not the first kid to vanish there. There have been others. They go in the wintertime."
     Wednesday furrowed his brow. "It is a tragedy, is it not? The little faces on the milk cartons-although I uggs discount can't remember the last time I saw a kid on a milk carton-and on the walls of freeway rest areas. 'Have you seen me?' they ask. A deeply existential question at the best of times. 'Have you seen me?' Pull off at the next exit."
     Shadow thought he heard a helicopter pass overhead, but the clouds were too low to see anything.
     "Why did you pick Lakeside?" asked discount uggs for women Shadow.
     "I told you. It's a nice quiet place to hide you away. You're off the board there, under the radar."
     "Why?"
     "Because that's the way it is. Now hang a left," said Wednesday.
     Shadow turned left.
     "There's something wrong," said Wednesday. "Fuck. Jesus fucking Christ on a bicycle. Slow down, but don't stop."
     "Care to elaborate?"
     "Trouble. Do you know any alternative routes?"
     "Not really. This is my first time in South Dakota," uggs discount said Shadow. "And I don't know where we're going."
     On the other side of the hill something flashed redly, smudged by the mist.
     "Roadblock," said Wednesday. He pushed his hand deeply into first one pocket of his suit, then another, searching for something.
     "I can stop and turn around."
     "We can't turn. They're behind us as well," said Wednesday. "Take your speed down to ten, fifteen miles per hour."
     Shadow glanced ugg boots cheap sale into the mirror. There were headlights behind them, under a mile back. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.
     Wednesday snorted. "Sure as eggs is eggs," he said. "As the turkey farmer said when he hatched his first turtle. Ah, success!" and from the bottom of a pocket he produced a small piece of white chalk.