“Look,” said Spring [1], “over there.”
“What?”
“There,” she said, pointing out the car window. “There's another one.”
“Another what?” I asked, stealing glances as I drove.
“An unmarked white van.” Sure enough, there was an unmarked white van. “And look, there's another one,” she said, pointing elsewhere. Yup, another unmarked white van.
In fact, once you become in tuned to white vans, you can't but help to see them; they're everywhere! Over the course of a few miles we must have identified nearly a dozen of them in the area. Mysterious. White. Unmarked. Hard to see the drivers.
I wonder if it's some sort of … you know …