"Good night， Mrs.<br >outside door of the<br >surance. "See you in<br >Wheelock，" Rita Collins said opening the<br >agency， E. Eugene Young， All Lines Of In-<br >the morning."<br > The older woman， cleating her desk， looked up and smiled.<br >"Good night， Pdta. Enjoy the movie."<br > "Oh， I m sure I will." Rita went out to the parking area in<br >front of the small， one-story brick building and got into her car.<br >It was just past five o clock. The two men at the agency， Young<br >and the salesman， had already left.<br > The traffic was heavy on Route 1. She had to wait for the<br >light a block away to bring it to a halt before she could turn<br >out onto the four-lane highway and head south. Then she con-<br >centrated on driving until she was clear of the sprawling busi-<br >ness district of Woodbridge， Virginia， a jungle of brightly<br >colored neon in the early ]anuary dusk.<br > The congestion ended after<br >to wooded land on either side.<br >the last traffic light， giving way<br > Rita relaxed at the wheel and let her thoughts turn to the<br >evening ahead. She was going with Louise Brooks， her room-<br >mate in the house she had inherited from her great-aunt， to see<br >The Towering Inferno that night. She had read one of the<br >books the movie was based on and looked forward to seeing it.<br > After a two-mile drive she moved into the left lane thinking<br >about what to have for dinner as she blinked her direction sig-<br >nal to make her turnoff. There was just enough meat loaf left<br >from last night for the two of them. With a salad and potatoes<br ><br >