Faster faster

The last few nights I've woken up in the middle of these great, epic chase-scene dreams. Consistently, I'm playing the role of the hero of a murder mystery-type story, and elude my nefarious pursuers by using my superior knowledge of the local landscape. Things like where one can hide halfway out the jetty on a certain beach, where the shoreline drops precipitously while remaining shallow on either side just yards away, crafty use of back roads and cut-throughs...

OK, none of those were real examples, but I can hardly tell you those, can I? Then you wouldn't be ensnared in my web of suspense when you read my forthcoming mystery novel!

Geez. Like I was gonna give it away that easy. Get real, folks.