That was a close call with the man on the highway. Rho thought as she turned into the parking lot of the Soledad County Coastal Substation. At least the guy had been nice about it - not common behaviour in Signal Port, where locals tended to be prickly about anything to do with traffic. He was a stranger of course, and not a bad looking one, with that thick silvery hair and tanned, craggy face. From the city, probably, and trying to fit in on the coast, but his wool shirt was too good quality and his jeans too crisp and new for him to escape notice.