A brilliant flash of lightning in the night sky briefly lit up the road in front of a speeding car and the outline of another one in front of them. The drivers were momentarily blinded by the flash. Then back to inky blackness. It was a road in a suburban neighborhood without any overhead lights. Both cars were traveling at excessive speed given the time of day and narrow street conditions. Brake lights came on from the first car as it dove into an unmarked curve in the road. Dust and rocks began to fly as the car reached the top of the curve and nearly rolled over as the driver fought for control. Free of the curve the car sped off again at top speed. The second car was at a disadvantage since it was enveloped in a bright wall of blinding dust from the retreating car in front of them. As that car reached the top of the curve it slid off and landed in a shallow ditch. It was silent in the car as the passengers regained their composure. One shouted, “You damned near killed us! I’ll drive from now on! Move over to the passenger side." The new driver gunned the car raising great clouds of dust until it was back on the pavement. Now there was another surprise. The car they had been pursuing had vanished. There was nothing but their own headlights in the blackness. The driver stopped. “It was such a short period of time since the curve so we should only have to search a couple of blocks to find him. There 1will be some light from the car since no one could drive without some light in this lousy weather.” Driving slowly the searchers stayed on the same road to block the other car from attempting to double back. It was slow going and the air was filled with foul language. At the corner of one street there was a faint skid mark. It was their only possible clue so they decided to take a chance and enter the street. It was only two blocks in length. Nothing. As the driver had almost completed a U turn they caught a glint of light from metal in one driveway. They quietly parked the car at the beginning of the driveThere was some construction equipment just off to the side of the driveway. It was the area that had shown the tiny beam of light. It was the parking lights from the car they were pursuing. The house and grounds were fresh from major improvements. It was unoccupied and they guessed the construction had just been completed and ready for the owner to move in. There was a side door facing them. Before they could open the door a badly beaten man came out holding on to the door for support. They were surprised he could stand up at all. It was the man they were hunting. His face was bruised and bloody with one eye completley closed, His clothes were in tatters and he had a stab wound oozing blood. Gasping the man with great effort utter a sentence. “You lechers will never find my formula. No use beating me. I’ll die first.” He made a swift move with his hand into his clothes and pulled out a revolver. His hand was quivering from the weight of it. He pulled the trigger with great effort. The shot only went into the dirt four feet in front of him. Off balance, he fell halfway to the ground supported by one knee. One of the pursuers had a gun pointed at the badly wounded man in front of them. The other one ordered, "Go ahead. Shoot him. We can't afford to let him live now that our cover has been blown. Shoot." “I can’t do it.” “Give me the gun!” There are two shots fired into the dying man’s chest. They jumped over his body to enter the house to look for the formula papers. The dead man was half naked so there was no place to hide anything on his person. The gunman orders the other one, “Go find his car and rip it apart in case he hid his stuff there. Car shouldn’t be far away. I’ll check out the house.” All of their efforts to locate the formula fail. They discussed the problem of disposing of the corpse. They finally agreed it would be best to bury him in the yard. No chance of leaving any forensic evidence.