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With a shriek of metal, the Camry spun around, glancing off the cliffs to her right, careening toward the guardrail. Heart pounding, fear shrieking through her body, Renee yanked on the steering wheel and her compact shimmied around, its rear end facing the guardrail, its front staring into the face of the pale-colored truck.
And then the truck crept forward, its front end bearing against hers, pushing her toward the edge.
“No!” Oh, God, no!
Screaming, terror shooting through her, she slammed her foot onto the accelerator, her wheels spinning madly but gaining nothing as the SUV forced her backward. Closer and closer to the edge of the cliff, where the guardrail was but a small strip of steel.
“Please, God, no. Not now.”
She looked through her windshield and saw the face of the driver.
It was him!
The man she’d seen in the window.
Him!
Oh, God, those dead, flat eyes!
The truck’s engine roared, pushing forward, a beast of a machine.
Her Toyota was no match and slid ever backward, smoke coming out from the tires, gravel spitting.
Renee jerked on the wheel.
Too late.
With a shriek of metal, the car’s rear end broke through the guardrail and the Camry was forced over the edge.
Renee stared upward in horror as her car slid into space. Her scream tore from her throat and echoed off the sheer cliffs as the Camry then spun end over end into a greedy, reaching sea far below.
Chapter Seventeen
She knows!
As our eyes meet, I see the recognition, the understanding.
My heart is thundering, pounding, full of excitement, my fingers clutching the steering wheel as I step on the accelerator.
Her face is a mask of horror and I can almost hear her screams.
God has given me her as a gift. She is not Rebecca. She is not Jezebel. She is not one of them. She is just a stupid woman who threatens the mission.
I cannot smell her, only the heady scent of the sea crashing on the rocks far below.
Yet she must die because she knows.
Bam! My truck’s grill guard hits the car hard a last time and the Camry slams into the weakened guardrail to plummet over the edge, spinning and toppling as it dives into the sea.
Trembling, I back up quickly, throw the truck into Drive, and make good my escape. Though this is a lonely stretch of road at this hour in this late part of winter, I must be careful.
If anyone were to see, my mission, my life’s work, would be destroyed.
There is still so much to do and there is a scent in the air, the hint of an odor that I haven’t smelled in a long, long while.
I smile to myself as I drive northward before heading east.
To her.
