Kelly rubbed the bandage on her right leg and winced. She had no spare energy to heal the wound. She hated this stretch of 331, where there were no streetlights between podunk towns, and every reflection might be him. Hell, for all she knew, every reflection was him. He managed to infect everything. In back, Amber shifted in her carseat and Luna hummed with the radio.
“He’s ten miles ahead.”
Luna didn’t answer. Kelly didn’t know why she had asked.
There was a chance to change course, head for Destin instead of Pensacola. But he surely knew that, too.… Read the rest