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“Oh, God,” she panted.

“Told you, you could do it. One more turn. First left. Same thing.”

“Yeah, right, okay.”

“When you get there,” Garrett came back on the line. “Drive past the silo pad.”

“What’s that?” Then to Emmy. “Any second.”

“You’ll know it when you see it. It’s a big, round concrete slab. Pass it, do not stop until you get to the outbuilding.”

“Now, Emerson!” I yelled.

There was no street sign, no mailbox. The break in the thick trees was the only indication there was a driveway. This time, she didn’t hesitate. The Lexus slammed into us and Emmy turned too soon. The car fishtailed, Emerson fought to keep control, and thankfully righted us before she slammed us into a very large tree trunk that had been in front of us.

I didn’t have time to think about how I wished we hadn’t buckled Harry up in the back. Listening to him bounce around and hit his head on the back windows would’ve been satisfying.

“They’re coming in hot.” I heard Garrett announce, not knowing who he was talking to. “Do not stop.” I knew that was for us.

“Don’t stop, Emmy. Straight past the concrete pad to the building in the back.”

“Oh my God. They’re gonna hit us again.”

She was not wrong and a second later, we jerked forward and Emmy gunned it, putting distance between the cars.

“I see it, Garrett. Stay straight, Emerson. You’re doing great.”

We flew by the silo pad and the world behind us exploded in a hail of gunfire. The sound so loud, so shocking, I ducked. And unfortunately, Emmy ducked, too.

“Brake!” I screamed as the building in front of us came into view.

“Goddamn—” The rest of Emerson’s statement was cut off by screeching tires.

I braced for impact and prayed this car had airbags, or we were dead.

Seriously dead.

The car slammed into the side of the building. Metal crunched and mangled around us as the car crashed through the tin and finally came to a stop.

“Holy fuck,” I breathed.

Emmy did it. We made it.

“You okay?” she whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Now what?”

That was a good question, one I didn’t have an answer for. And sometime during the crash I’d lost the phone.

“I hear someone,” she whispered. “What now?”

“Now, we fight some more, Emmy.”

There was no way we’d made it this far only to be taken.

My door was thrown open at the same time Emerson’s was. And I wasn’t ready. I didn’t even have my seat belt off but I wasn’t giving up. Not now. Not when we were so close.