Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Probably,” I say grimly, not looking over. “He’s going to kill himself.”
“There’s no room for this,” Luna says. “And these are blind corners.”
The Audi honks and then zips up again, cutting me off before slamming on his brakes.
I brake as well and clench my jaw.
“This fucker is dangerous.”
“I’m taking down his license plate,” Luna says, tapping on her phone. “And then I’m calling the sheriff.”
The asshole ahead speeds up and then slows down, trying to antagonize me. Suddenly, the sky opens up, and rain comes down hard. I’m right back in track mode, concentrating on the road and the car in front of me, aware of all the obstacles around my car.
“Shit,” I mutter and flip on the wipers. The rain is sporadic. I can hardly see for half a mile, and then it stops altogether before starting again.
“This is crazy,” Luna mutters and presses her phone to her ear. “Yes, this is Luna Winchester. I’m on Highway 101 about five miles north of town. There’s an Audi R8, Oregon license plate number 991 GJR. He’s driving dangerously, and I’m afraid he’s going to kill us or someone else. Yes. Yes, we’re behind him. Great, thank you.”
“I could pull over,” I say as I shift down. “But that doesn’t seem safe, either.”
“He’s going to hurt someone,” Luna says. “Oh, God, Wolfe, he’s—”
“I see.”
He swerves onto the shoulder and almost goes over the cliff, then overcorrects into oncoming traffic.
“He has to be wasted,” I mutter. “No one drives like that when they’re sober.”
Red lights rush up behind me, and I ease onto the shoulder, getting out of the way. Luna sighs in relief, and then, to our utter horror, the Audi sails right over the side of the road onto the cliffs below.
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Oh my God!”
“Stay here.” I get out of the car and run over to where the sheriff’s car is parked by the edge. Sheriff Daniels hurries out of the cruiser, his radio in hand.
“I need an ambulance and backup,” he snaps out, then turns to me.
“He was fucking with us on the road,” I immediately begin. “In oncoming traffic, then close to the edge. He would brake then pull up next to me. Flashing his lights, flipping me off. He had to be intoxicated.”
“Do you know who he is?”
“No. I’ve never seen him before. I think he was just a young guy with a fast car who wanted to fuck with the Ferrari. That’s the feeling I got anyway.”
“He was crazy,” Luna says, surprising me.
“I told you to stay in the car.”
“No way.” She peers over the side and swallows hard. “There’s no way he survived that.”
“I have crews coming to try to save him,” the sheriff says grimly. “I’m afraid it will be a recovery, though. I’ll need to take your statements, but my priority is putting out cones and keeping people clear of here.”
“I can help,” I offer right away and turn back to Luna. “Please, get back in the car. Or, at the very least, go stand over there. I’m going to help the sheriff until his people get here.”
“Okay,” she whispers, and with wide, haunted eyes, carefully walks back to the car, opens the door, and sits in the passenger seat.
I join the sheriff at the trunk of his cruiser, and between the two of us, we set out cones and flares to alert traffic.
Before long, a wrecker, more cruisers, and an ambulance arrive.
I move out of the way and get in the car with Luna, and we watch quietly as the scene unfolds before us. It takes an hour for the rescue team to get down to the car. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can see by the grim look on Sheriff Daniels’s face that the news isn’t good.
“This is the weirdest day,” I mutter and reach for Luna’s hand. She clings to me and wipes a tear from her cheek.
“We watched a person die,” she says with a sniff. “What was the point of all of that, Wolfe?”
“I don’t know.” I kiss the back of her hand, and the sheriff finally crosses over to us.
“We’re going to be here for a while,” he says when I roll down the window. “Why don’t you folks go on home? I’ll get a quick statement from you and you can get out of here.”
“Do you know who he was?” Luna asks him.
“Yeah, we were able to ID him. He’s a kid from Newport. On his way home from college for a few days.”
I swear under my breath, and wish that the whole damn mess never happened.
Once we’ve given our statement, he nods, taps the car once, and then walks away. I pull away from the scene, careful to drive slowly around the crew.
We’re quiet on the short drive back to the lighthouse. When I park, Luna hurries out of the car without waiting for me to open her door.