The movement he saw with his left eye was human, unnatural, frightening enough to jerk the wheel to the right, his tire rubbing but not hopping the curb of the off-ramp.
Adam Rouney slow rolled through the yellow then red light at Clay and made it through without the first car honking.
In his rear view, he saw the woman who startled him on the grass of the offramp, still making jerking motions. He saw a smile but placed the smile in a jar marked mental illness.
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