Before he could finish, a shot rang out and the rear window exploded.
CHAPTER 21
Wes pressedthe accelerator harder as the truck tore along the mountain road.
His gaze jumped from the curves ahead to the mirrors and back again.
Another shot cracked through the darkness.
“Get down!” He reached for Rowan to make sure she listened.
Rowan ducked lower.
Glass exploded from the rear side window this time, scattering across the back seat. Remington instantly dropped flat.
Wes checked the mirror just long enough to see the dog still moving.
Good.
He tightened his grip on the wheel.
The shooter wasn’t on the road. Whoever it was had taken higher ground somewhere in the trees.
Another shot rang out.
Then a pop sounded.
The truck jerked hard.
A tire had blown.
The rear of the truck fishtailed toward the edge of the mountain road, and Rowan caught herself against the dash with a gasp.
Wes fought the wheel and forced the truck back under control. But the rim ground on the road, pulling the vehicle sideways.
He wouldn’t keep control much longer.
The road curved sharply right ahead. Thick trees crowded both sides of the shoulder.
He needed those trees for cover.
Wes pushed the truck through the curve and onto the narrow shoulder, then killed the headlights.
Darkness slammed into the cab.
For a second, the only sounds were the ticking engine and Rowan’s uneven breathing.
She reached for her ear again, touching it like she always did when she was nervous.
“The truck isn’t safe,” Wes said. “We need to move. Now.”
Fear filled her eyes, but she nodded.
Wes pulled out his phone and sent a fast text to the sheriff. They were going to need backup out here.
Ridge Road overlook spur. Shots fired. Tire out. On foot heading NE through trees with Rowan.
The reply came almost immediately.
