Then the passenger side window of that car lowered, and he watched a hand shoot out, holding a gun.
Ah, fuck.
Dave floored the accelerator of his truck, catching up to the car, and without really thinking it through, he rammed the rear end of the car. The gun went flying and hit the asphalt.
A little way up ahead, he spied Kyle walking very fast, looking nervously all around him. Dave checked to make sure another car wasn’t coming from the opposite direction, and changed lanes to pass the car with the tinted windows.
He pressed the pedal to the floor, wanting to get past before they pulled out another gun and shot him or Kyle. He zoomed past and in front of them, his tires squealing as he attempted to reach Kyle. He barely slowed down as he pulled alongside the younger man.
“Get in, get in,” Dave yelled even as he slid the window down. He couldn’t afford to stop or even slow down much. “Now!”