Early the next morning Nancy drove her father to the airport in her blue convertible.

The boys changed their clothes, then the young people piled into Sandy's blue convertible.

Daniel was leaning against the hood of a dark blue convertible.

She never left the hospital without scanning the lot for the blue convertible.

And she saw the blue convertible at the curb.

And Daniel's wasn't the only blue convertible on the east coast.

He pulled in beside the blue convertible, went in the back door, walked through the kitchen.

Even as these disturbing ideas raced through her mind, the trooper started toward the blue convertible.

A second later, the boys heard the engine of the blue convertible.