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PERCI’S HAND TIGHTENED on the door handle. She bit back another scream when he took the curve just past the turn off to Levi and Pan’s home far too fast.
A part of her wanted to just open the door handle and jump. Take her chances and run toward her sister and brother-in-law, and safety.
But at the speed they were going, it was far too risky. She be injured—or outright killed by doing something that desperate. That stupid.
He had to stop sometime.
Nate’s truck appeared in front of them, almost by a miracle.
Gunderson cursed. He whipped his older truck around Nate’s. Then they were sliding into the driver’s side of Nate’s truck. She screamed.
Gunderson yelled again. At her. Told her to shut up.
Perci curled up against her door and prayed. Prayed he hadn’t just sent Nate’s truck careening off the side of the damned mountain.
She risked turning to see.
His truck was right there. Safe. Thank God, he hadn’t careened off the cliff like their car had the night her mother had died.
Wreck Curve Road was just up ahead.
If Clive didn’t slow down soon, they were going to go right over the edge.
“Slow down!”