Chapter 89

Nowhe knew why no one had been waiting on the other side of the tracks—the road was washed out!

He felt the water thudding beneath his feet, felt the car shudder and die, felt the tires begin to lose their traction. The Jaguar drifted sideways, turning as the waters washed it aside, until Matt was staring down the same stretch of road he’d just traveled down. He saw skid marks a mile long leading into the water—great, he thought randomly, I lost at least an inch of rubber there. Probably have to get all four tires replaced.

Then he realized tires were the least of his problems.

His car was steadily being pushed into the creek.

He hammered the door and yanked on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Sadie’s barking filled the interior, echoing off the windows. “Stop!” he hollered, but she kept on, a low ruff ruff ruffthat wouldn’t let him think. “Sadie! I need you to—”