When Mr. Brown danced out of the way, Miles slowly followed his tire tracks up the hill until the Lincoln bumped onto the blacktop and his former instructor fell out of sight in the rearview mirror. Cindy Whiting, who'd lapsed into a comatose silence ever since getting in the car, was still there, of course, and she offered up a tentative, almost frightened smile when she felt his eyes on her: In that moment, seeing only part of her face that extended from her mouth to her eyes framed in the rectangular mirror, Miles thought he saw someone else, someone vaguely familiar, someone he couldn't quite place. 'Power and control', Mrs Whiting repeated, a smile playing at her lips.