Page 63 of The Dark Stranger
Silas’s voice dropped to something lethal.
“Get our car there. Now.”
On the bridge—
The car behind them flashed its high beams aggressively.
The second vehicle shifted lanes.
They were being sandwiched.
Inez’s panic was visible now.
But Becca?
Her face went still.
Focused.
Dangerously calm.
“Lock your seatbelt,” she said quietly.
The storm swallowed the road whole.
And the headlights behind them surged forward.
the SUV fishtailed violently across the bridge.
Snow swallowed the road whole.
Becca’s knuckles were white around the steering wheel, one hand gripping the 9mm, the other fighting the ice beneath her tires.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Inez screamed.
“I have no fucking idea!” Becca shot back, eyes locked on the rearview. “But whoever these motherfuckers are, they’re about to learn a lesson. Hold on and don’t freak out!”
“Don’t freak out?!” Inez’s voice cracked. “They’re trying to run us off the fucking road!”
Inez grabbed her phone — dead.
“How ironic,” she whispered.
“Grab mine!” Becca yelled.
Before she could reach it—
BAM.
The impact slammed into them from behind.
Metal crunched. The SUV lurched sideways. Tires lost traction completely.
The world outside turned into a violent blur of white and headlights.
Inez dove forward searching for Becca’s phone as it skidded somewhere across the floorboard.
Another hit.
