It was too late.

They were driving straight toward the bridge.

Ben swerved, but he couldn’t shake the SUV tailing them. “Hold on!” he yelled as the SUV rammed into them, flipping their car. They skidded before landing on the guardrail, teetering precariously toward the river below.

Upside down and disoriented, Jordan was afraid to move. She was alive, but for how long?

“Do you see the notebook?” Jordan asked. “I dropped it when we crashed. We can’t let it fall into the river.”

She suddenly heard a ripping sound, and she saw a knife sawing through the airbag by her door. She couldn’t see who had cut away the thin nylon fabric, but she heard a small laugh. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” An arm reached inside and snatched the notebook. Then the man put his hand on the frame of the car and pushed. “I hope you can swim.”

The metal groaned, and Ben and Jordan could hear it bending and straining against the pull of gravity. Suddenly, the car tilted even farther toward the water, and the metal whined once more before the car careened toward the river below.