But just then two men arrive in a white car.
Two other men were waiting in a white car parked across the street.
She shook her head as the little white car pulled away.
The little white car was coming up fast in the mirror.
I walked down the bank and across the sand to the white car.
He looked down at the little white car that was now not far from his in the parking lot.
The little white car was there, pulled in to the side, with its lights out.
The white car had now turned in the road and was slowly coming towards her.
Both were white cars with security on them in big black letters.
The small white car was found on its side by the bridge.
