The second car from the end was the black Lincoln.

She followed him out to the street, where a hmo awaited, a black Lincoln.

But I was pretty sure there had been no black Lincoln in my line of sight at any point.

Five minutes later he backed the black Lincoln out and drove off in it.

Eventually, he traded the black Lincoln for a white one, and added more cars, other drivers.

But when she said the words "black Lincoln," he went berserk.

A black Lincoln had pulled into a parking space across the street.

Drove into the woods in his big black Lincoln, and took care of himself.

It was the big black Lincoln with two men in the front.

Then, as his eyes closed, so did the door of the black Lincoln.