Chapter 91

When the paramedics finished checking over Mason, they loaded him into the ambulance. They offered Noah a ride, but he had the bike and now the truck to take care of. The ambulance sped onto the road with their sirens blaring.

The police gave Noah a number of a tow company, and Noah called them immediately. The woman who answered promised Noah a call back from the owner.

The police car pulled back onto the street minutes after the ambulance left—their sirens silent.

Once alone, Noah headed back over to the edge of the cliff—feet from where Mason’s truck had rammed the guardrail. Noah’s chest constricted and a fear unlike any he’d experienced before raced through him, almost bringing him to his knees. Mason would have only needed to have driven a little faster for him to have crashed through the metal railing and plummeted into the rock-encrusted gully. Had he gone over the edge, the gorge’s height and width would have crushed Mason’s truck and Mason right along with it.