“Kill me now,” Meg pleaded quietly.
“Let’s all get in the car.”
It wouldn’t start. There were six of them packed in, with all the luggage in the trunk and some on the back seat. It was only an old station wagon. Not a nice new SUV like he and Shane had been begging their father to get for years. “Let me try,” said the thug, whose name was Max. Nope. “I’ll give it a go,” said Meg, elbowing Max aside. He looked at her as if she were a bug. She raised one eyebrow at him. The car started, but then they heard a hiss, and the car tilted. “Flat.” Said Max and Meg in unison.