Chapter 9
We’re three blocks from my house when Malcolm kills the convertible’s engine. He grips the steering wheel, his knuckles white as marble.
“I can’t let you do this,” he says at last.
“We don’t have a choice.”
“Yeah, we do. I have half a tank of gas and my wallet. We don’t need anything else.”
“But Nigel and Sadie, and Belinda—”
“Will be fine. It’s only a threat meant to scare us. No one will hurt them.”
I pull against the seatbelt and swivel to face him. “Orson nearly killed you, and in that alternate reality the entity showed us, he killed us both.”
“He’s not going to do anything, not in the middle of Springside. It would be stupid, too easy for the police to...”
His eyes light with the idea the moment it strikes me.
“The police,” we both say at once.
Malcolm starts the
