Beside him, Kori sat rigid with both of her palms flat against the dashboard.
He glanced out the window, his heart still pounding out of control.
The road was empty.
The other driver had kept going.
He exhaled and loosened his grip on the wheel finger by finger.
“Are you okay?” He glanced at Kori again.
She stared through the windshield, breathing heavy. “That was intentional.”
“Yes, it was.”
“That driver must have followed us from the staging area.”
“Probably.”
She turned and looked at him. “What’s going on, Wyatt?”
His lips tugged down in a frown. “I wish I knew. I really do.”
Kori’s hands shook.
She pressed them flat against her thighs and willed them to stop. But her body wasn’t interested in cooperating. Adrenaline still moved through her in waves, hot and electric, and there wasn’t anywhere for it to go.
She watched Wyatt on the phone.
He’d called Micah.
As they talked, she looked through the windshield at the empty road. The trees on both sides stood dark and still. No headlights appeared from either direction.
Whoever had run them off the road was long gone.
Her stomach turned.
Thunder’s head appeared between the front seats. He looked at her with his steady eyes, and she reached without thinking to put her hand on his face.
He stayed there and let her.
She focused on his warmth and made herself breathe.
Wyatt ended the call and turned back to her. “Micah has a unit looking for the truck. Same description as the one outside the restaurant tonight.”
“It’s the same vehicle?”
“I’m almost certain it is.”
She nodded and looked back at the road. “Whoever this guy is, he’s been following us all evening.”
“Since the hospital at least.” His voice was careful. “Possibly longer.”
She thought about the man watching them from the sidewalk outside the restaurant. About the drive to the staging area on the logging road with its single lane and its dark trees on both sides.
The man had opportunities to strike before this one.
“Why now?” she asked. “Why this road, this late?”
