A Familiar Figure
That feeling refuses to fade, and I turn to glance out the back window.
But, of course, no one's tailing us.
Nancy glances at me with a frown. "Please sit properly."
"Sorry."
There's a definite chill in her words now, but I have no idea what I did to change her attitude toward me. Did I do something? Say something? Maybe one of the officers recognized me and told her about Scott.
I try not to sigh as I turn to look out the window, absently scratching at the back of my neck. The hairs there keep trying to rise, as if warning me of some unseen danger. My fingers trace my skin, attempting to soothe away the prickling sensation, but it persists, stubborn and unsettling.
Suddenly, a deafening bang rips through the air as the car lurches violently to one side. My heart leaps into my throat and lodges there. Nancy fights the steering wheel, fighting to keep us on the road and not down the giant cliff.