much of the rain, she could make out a row of lights on the top of the truck, the kind hunters used. With these and the truck 's headlights on high, the light converged into one eye-piercing beam.
She tilted the rearview mirror so the light wouldn 't be in her eyes.
The truck hit them again, harder this time.
In the back seat Colton let out a yelp. "Mom?"
" Sit back, honey. I'll find a place to turn around."
Branches whipped at the side o f the car as she steered it deeper into the woods. She wanted to cry. Scream. Turn around and go home. But those weren't options. All she could do was follow the road to God knows where and pray that there'd be help at the end.
What did the trucker wa nt with them?
She glanced in the rearview mirror. Ella was awake now, playing with her Barbies, oblivious to the danger that was hot on their trail. Colton wore a fearful expression. Oh God. He knows.
" It's okay, honey. We're―"
The truck slammed into them . She heard Ella and Colton scream. There was nothing she could do except scream with them as the car pitched forward toward a dense wooded area and branches scraped along the outside of the vehicle.
T he front end slammed into a solid mass, the impact knocking the breath from Rebecca's lungs. As rain climaxed into a crescendo on the roof, she was thrown into the steering wheel. Pain rippled through her chest and ribs, and she fought to stay conscious. Her vision wavered, distorting everything in front of her.
Colton…Ella…
Darkness engulfed her.
Chapter Eleven
Edson, AB – Friday, June 14, 2013 – 10:30 PM
Marcus had a mere hour and a half left on his shift. For some reason he was feeling antsy. He blamed his edginess on all the coffee he'd had during his shift. Tiredness had crept into every joint of his body, and caffeine was one of few stimulants he could use nowadays.
Leo had given him a hard time this shift, telling him he should cut back on the caffeine so that maybe Marcus would finally sleep.
Marcus stared into his empty mug. Maybe Leo's right.
He definitely felt jittery. Last time he'd felt like this he'd been injecting himself with codeine. Stronger drugs had followed.
Look where that got you.
Quitting hadn't been easy. He still had cravings. He remembered quite clearly the sense of ethereal peace he'd felt while flying high. Nothing had bothered him. Until he found he couldn't function without it. Without the rush that burned through his veins.
He 'd almost lost Jane as a result of his addiction.
The phone rang , and a small light on it flashed. It was an inner office call. Shipley.
" Need something, Pete?"
" Time for your weekly piss."
Marcus sighed. This game was getting old.
"Fine. I'll be right there."
As he headed for the men 's washroom, he wondered what in God's name had possessed him to promise a weekly drug test.
You needed the job. That 's why.
Besides, Leo had suggested it was the only way Pete Shipley would welcome him to the center, and it wasn't like Marcus had a lot of options. His very public and humiliating suspension from EMS had limited his choices. Since he could no longer work as a paramedic, 911 was the closest thing to the rush he'd once felt working the job. He'd whizzed through the training in no time.
Now he was whizzing in a cup on command.
Suck it up, Marcus. You made your bed.
He pushed open the washroom door.
"Here," Shipley said, handing him a sealed plastic cup. "Make it fast. I've got work to do."
" Urine my way."
Shipley gave him a tight smile. "Good one."
Marcus headed for the closest stall.
"Keep the door open," Shipley said.
" Yeah, yeah, I know the drill." Marcus glanced over his shoulder. "Wanna watch?"
Shipley 's face turned beet red, and he shifted uncomfortably. "Hurry it up."
Marcus had to go, but he held it in and whistled one of Ryan's favorite songs. This is the song that never ends… It was from a TV show his son had watched when Ryan was a preschooler. The song was a
She tilted the rearview mirror so the light wouldn 't be in her eyes.
The truck hit them again, harder this time.
In the back seat Colton let out a yelp. "Mom?"
" Sit back, honey. I'll find a place to turn around."
Branches whipped at the side o f the car as she steered it deeper into the woods. She wanted to cry. Scream. Turn around and go home. But those weren't options. All she could do was follow the road to God knows where and pray that there'd be help at the end.
What did the trucker wa nt with them?
She glanced in the rearview mirror. Ella was awake now, playing with her Barbies, oblivious to the danger that was hot on their trail. Colton wore a fearful expression. Oh God. He knows.
" It's okay, honey. We're―"
The truck slammed into them . She heard Ella and Colton scream. There was nothing she could do except scream with them as the car pitched forward toward a dense wooded area and branches scraped along the outside of the vehicle.
T he front end slammed into a solid mass, the impact knocking the breath from Rebecca's lungs. As rain climaxed into a crescendo on the roof, she was thrown into the steering wheel. Pain rippled through her chest and ribs, and she fought to stay conscious. Her vision wavered, distorting everything in front of her.
Colton…Ella…
Darkness engulfed her.
Chapter Eleven
Edson, AB – Friday, June 14, 2013 – 10:30 PM
Marcus had a mere hour and a half left on his shift. For some reason he was feeling antsy. He blamed his edginess on all the coffee he'd had during his shift. Tiredness had crept into every joint of his body, and caffeine was one of few stimulants he could use nowadays.
Leo had given him a hard time this shift, telling him he should cut back on the caffeine so that maybe Marcus would finally sleep.
Marcus stared into his empty mug. Maybe Leo's right.
He definitely felt jittery. Last time he'd felt like this he'd been injecting himself with codeine. Stronger drugs had followed.
Look where that got you.
Quitting hadn't been easy. He still had cravings. He remembered quite clearly the sense of ethereal peace he'd felt while flying high. Nothing had bothered him. Until he found he couldn't function without it. Without the rush that burned through his veins.
He 'd almost lost Jane as a result of his addiction.
The phone rang , and a small light on it flashed. It was an inner office call. Shipley.
" Need something, Pete?"
" Time for your weekly piss."
Marcus sighed. This game was getting old.
"Fine. I'll be right there."
As he headed for the men 's washroom, he wondered what in God's name had possessed him to promise a weekly drug test.
You needed the job. That 's why.
Besides, Leo had suggested it was the only way Pete Shipley would welcome him to the center, and it wasn't like Marcus had a lot of options. His very public and humiliating suspension from EMS had limited his choices. Since he could no longer work as a paramedic, 911 was the closest thing to the rush he'd once felt working the job. He'd whizzed through the training in no time.
Now he was whizzing in a cup on command.
Suck it up, Marcus. You made your bed.
He pushed open the washroom door.
"Here," Shipley said, handing him a sealed plastic cup. "Make it fast. I've got work to do."
" Urine my way."
Shipley gave him a tight smile. "Good one."
Marcus headed for the closest stall.
"Keep the door open," Shipley said.
" Yeah, yeah, I know the drill." Marcus glanced over his shoulder. "Wanna watch?"
Shipley 's face turned beet red, and he shifted uncomfortably. "Hurry it up."
Marcus had to go, but he held it in and whistled one of Ryan's favorite songs. This is the song that never ends… It was from a TV show his son had watched when Ryan was a preschooler. The song was a
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