Then the world tilted as the car flipped, a sickening weightlessness rolling through her belly.
The seat belt bit into her shoulder and the world spun, a blur of lights flashing through her vision.
Her head crashed against something hard and pain cut through her skull. For a second, everything was loud and moving, then, in the blink of an eye, it all went black.
“Polly?Talk to me! Are you there?”
Silence.
Fear choked Joel. Because he knew exactly what he’d just heard—a car crash.
Polly’s car had crashed.
Fuck!
He hung up and pushed his foot to the floor, speeding down the road as he called Ryan.
The team leader answered on the first ring. “Joel?—”
“I need the entire team on the road, looking for Polly.”
Movement sounded over the line. “Why? What happened?”
“Someone ran her off the road, and now she’s not talking.”
“Contacting the team now.”
He hung up. Where would she have been headed? Back to her house? No. She didn’t like being alone when she was upset. She said it was too quiet and empty.
Her mother’s house?
She wouldn’t have gone there either. She and her mother didn’t have that kind of relationship.
But Polly and Maggie did.
He spun the truck around and hit Maggie’s number on his cell.
She answered right away. “Hey, Joel. Is everything okay?”
“Has Polly contacted you?”
“When?”
“Just now.” He took a right.
“No. Why?”
“I think she was heading toward you before she was run off the road.”
Maggie gasped. “I’ll go and look?—”
“Wait. Is Ethan with you?”
“No.”
“Then stay home. Don’t go alone.” If something happened to Maggie, it would destroy Ethan.
“But I can help.”
