Dorothy sprinted rapidly through the deserted streets. The building where they were holding the child was quite a distance from the domes, and it would be getting dark in an hour or so.
She was almost home when she saw a familiar car coming down the street, and she stepped off the curb and waved.
"R. Dorothy Wayneright, where have you been?" Roger sounded furious.
"There is no time for you to be angry with me," she said, sliding into the passenger seat. "I know where they are keeping Molly. I have just come from there."