Chapter 55

“Please, please, please,” Carson whispered, inching closer. “Oh God.”

He parked beside the silver Spider, straining in the dim light to see any hint of Edwin. He scrambled with his seat belt and then his door, annoyed by the way they blocked him from his escape. As soon as he reached the Spider, he reached for the handle, but the door was locked. He pressed his face to the window, cupping his eyes to block the light.

Edwin was sprawled across the front seat, his mouth hanging open, his skin a sickly white. Carson pounded on the window and shouted his name, but Edwin didn’t stir. Carson pounded harder, until his fist began to ache and the pain traveled up his arm, but he might as well have been shouting at a stone. With a growl of frustration, he ran over to the driver’s side and tried again. The door was locked there too, and the window just as impenetrable.

“Edwin! Wake up! Please, wake up! Please…” Don’t be dead.