Chap 2 - The TomeDawn was not far off, and a front was coming through the area again. David's convertible top was up, covering him from the shower. The soothing monotone of the rain against the windshield made for good background noise, broken only by the periodic swiping of the wiper blades across the glass, sweeping the water off. The radio was on, but the volume was low. David barely registered the noise. He was once again the only driver on the highway back to San Francisco. Driving, however, was only a way for David to meditate and think. He thought about the woman – about the note she had given him, and about the tickets he had in his pocket. Mor