the gas. The back tires caught on something and pushed the rental car forward.
She released the rest of the pent up air in her lungs and tried to breathe as the car teetered over the edge of the parking garage, but no air came.
At the same moment the car slipped over the edge and began a free fall for the cement below, Sarah pushed against the snake with her arms in an attempt to get air into her lungs as the snake tightened even more.
For a brief moment, there was silence. Then the wind increased as the ground raced toward the windshield.
See you soon, Vivian.
A tear rolled out of her right eye.
“Fuck you, snake,” Sarah whispered the second before the grill was decimated by the impact that continued into the engine, jamming everything toward the passenger compartment.
One moment she was in a quiet free fall, the next crashing into the cement five stories below, face first.
Her last wish was that the airbags weren’t defective.
Chapter 21
More gunfire in the distance. It had to be Sarah.
“Take me that way.” Parkman pointed to where he heard the sound.
“Come on,” Hirst said.
They ran for the detective’s cruiser. Hirst squealed out of the area, a red flashing light on his roof.
When they were two blocks away, Hirst’s radio sounded. Gunfire had been heard and there was a car accident within four blocks of Vicky’s murder scene.
“What the hell is going on tonight?” Parkman asked.
“We don’t know if they’re related.”
“True. But it’s likely.”
After two more turns, Hirst swung onto the road that led to a mall. Parkman saw the flashing lights of a police cruiser parked on either side of a ruined car that sat more on the edge of the sidewalk than the road. From the distance Parkman couldn’t tell what the vehicle had hit that would cause that kind of damage.
When Hirst stopped the cruiser, Parkman got out. At first he didn’t recognize the damaged vehicle, but as he walked closer, he could tell it was the same color of their rental.
A sickening feeling filled his gut. For a brief second, his step faltered. It all came together in the next moment. He looked up and saw that the edge of the cement railing on the fifth floor was broken. The car must have been pushed off. The trunk had damage that wasn’t consistent with hitting the ground.
But all that could be figured out later.
He ran to the driver’s side. One of the officers waved him off, but Hirst motioned and the officer stepped back.
Parkman dropped to his knees as sirens wailed behind him.
Sarah was scrunched up in an impossible position. Blood covered her face and ran down her neck. Her head and chest rested against the airbag like a pillow. He touched her neck and felt for a pulse.
He couldn’t feel one.
He tried again.
A faint pulse at the base of her jaw beat under the touch of his finger.
“She’s alive!” he shouted for Hirst.
Vehicles stopped behind him.
“Sarah’s alive!” he shouted again.
What looked like a snake was wrapped in layers around her chest and parts of the seat.
“What the hell happened here?” someone said.
A hand landed on his shoulder.
“Hey man, paramedics are here and we have firemen here as well. Please step back so we can extricate the young woman.”
Stunned, Parkman stood up and allowed himself to be led away from the ruined rental car.
Nobody hurt Sarah and got away with it.
Nobody.
Chapter 22
Father Adams was shocked at what had happened in one of the buildings the church had bought. He was disgusted that the man responsible had stolen a church vehicle, run down a police officer and tried to kill the guest, Sarah Roberts, whom the police had asked to come help with the investigation.
He entered the hospital through the main sliding doors and started for the admissions desk.
“Good morning.” Father
She released the rest of the pent up air in her lungs and tried to breathe as the car teetered over the edge of the parking garage, but no air came.
At the same moment the car slipped over the edge and began a free fall for the cement below, Sarah pushed against the snake with her arms in an attempt to get air into her lungs as the snake tightened even more.
For a brief moment, there was silence. Then the wind increased as the ground raced toward the windshield.
See you soon, Vivian.
A tear rolled out of her right eye.
“Fuck you, snake,” Sarah whispered the second before the grill was decimated by the impact that continued into the engine, jamming everything toward the passenger compartment.
One moment she was in a quiet free fall, the next crashing into the cement five stories below, face first.
Her last wish was that the airbags weren’t defective.
Chapter 21
More gunfire in the distance. It had to be Sarah.
“Take me that way.” Parkman pointed to where he heard the sound.
“Come on,” Hirst said.
They ran for the detective’s cruiser. Hirst squealed out of the area, a red flashing light on his roof.
When they were two blocks away, Hirst’s radio sounded. Gunfire had been heard and there was a car accident within four blocks of Vicky’s murder scene.
“What the hell is going on tonight?” Parkman asked.
“We don’t know if they’re related.”
“True. But it’s likely.”
After two more turns, Hirst swung onto the road that led to a mall. Parkman saw the flashing lights of a police cruiser parked on either side of a ruined car that sat more on the edge of the sidewalk than the road. From the distance Parkman couldn’t tell what the vehicle had hit that would cause that kind of damage.
When Hirst stopped the cruiser, Parkman got out. At first he didn’t recognize the damaged vehicle, but as he walked closer, he could tell it was the same color of their rental.
A sickening feeling filled his gut. For a brief second, his step faltered. It all came together in the next moment. He looked up and saw that the edge of the cement railing on the fifth floor was broken. The car must have been pushed off. The trunk had damage that wasn’t consistent with hitting the ground.
But all that could be figured out later.
He ran to the driver’s side. One of the officers waved him off, but Hirst motioned and the officer stepped back.
Parkman dropped to his knees as sirens wailed behind him.
Sarah was scrunched up in an impossible position. Blood covered her face and ran down her neck. Her head and chest rested against the airbag like a pillow. He touched her neck and felt for a pulse.
He couldn’t feel one.
He tried again.
A faint pulse at the base of her jaw beat under the touch of his finger.
“She’s alive!” he shouted for Hirst.
Vehicles stopped behind him.
“Sarah’s alive!” he shouted again.
What looked like a snake was wrapped in layers around her chest and parts of the seat.
“What the hell happened here?” someone said.
A hand landed on his shoulder.
“Hey man, paramedics are here and we have firemen here as well. Please step back so we can extricate the young woman.”
Stunned, Parkman stood up and allowed himself to be led away from the ruined rental car.
Nobody hurt Sarah and got away with it.
Nobody.
Chapter 22
Father Adams was shocked at what had happened in one of the buildings the church had bought. He was disgusted that the man responsible had stolen a church vehicle, run down a police officer and tried to kill the guest, Sarah Roberts, whom the police had asked to come help with the investigation.
He entered the hospital through the main sliding doors and started for the admissions desk.
“Good morning.” Father
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