is respectfully dedicated to the many
ival volunteers who help to make the
lile Race a racing spectacle with a
community s heart.
ae 500 Festival events depicted in the
annual events in Indianapolis preceding
e Race during May， all the characters in
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te same name or names， and are not
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CHAPTER ONE
ALTHOUGH TRAFFIC MOVED steadily past him， Paul
Cooper kept to the speed limit as he traveled Inter-
state 65 south from Indianapolis. The concrete sur-
face glistened， wet from late-April rain as a torrent of
raindrops pummeled the windshield of the silver
Chrysler LeBaron. The raindrops slowed to a patter，
then finally ceased altogether， revealing a sky layered
in gray， the breaks in the clouds proving the storm had
~! passed. Calm azure eyes behind conservative glasses
Nsquinted against the unexpected glare of the Sun as it
descended in the west.
Paul looked up from the wide three-lane ribbon of
road ahead to see a delicate band span the sky. The
arc of a magnificent rainbow gleamed in iridescent
pastels--red， orange， green， blue， indigo and violet.
He shot a dour look in the direction of the spectrum
of colors. Madeline Pruett had loved rainbows.
Madeline... Her name surged into his thoughts
against his will and gave him a momentary pang， dis-
tracting his attention from the highway ahead. He
rubbed his broad forehead and ran his long fingers
through the dark blond hair that had a slight wave at
the brow.
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