Heath had been driving for a little under six hours. At five o’clock he’d left the warehouse that he’d been renting with a friend and his friend’s girlfriend. City traffic had been, as usual, slow and tedious and as dense as molasses, with the vehicles of the city’s commerce. Trucks hauling shipping containers and pantechnicons helping move people from one location to another, seemed to be the order for this time of the day. They seemed almost as large as the carriageways that were supposed to support them. He was leaving for greener pastures to the north. The air-conditioner had…