Chapter Fourteen
I’m bodiless, riding as a spirit in a moving vehicle.
Seems whatever this future is, I’m not there in person.
A man is loading a bazooka with a ginormous rocket.
His gloved hands are big—which makes them very familiar.
The weapon loaded and checked, the gloved guy reaches for the car’s sunroof and exposes an also-familiar killer-clown mask.
The sunroof slides out of his way, and he gets his upper torso out while another large clown-masked dude holds him by the midriff.
Taking careful aim at something, the gloved finger squeezes the trigger.
There’s a deafening sound of a bazooka firing, followed by a boom of an explosion.
I find myself back in my body, in the limo, staring at everyone with wide eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Ariel asks. “Is this part of the trick?”
I lea
