The Redline

**An open road. A dead cop. A killer in the hills …** I flicked on the torch, swept the surrounds. Nothing. Then I directed the beam into the trees on the other side of the road. Up on a high, jutting branch, something moved. It may have been a white face, a pale body, a curved leg. Or it may have been none of those things. Was it human? Too quick for me to tell. A ripple, a blink and it was...