A red sports car entered the highway and merged into my lane. I didn’t see him until the last moment, and we collided. The impact spun me around and I hit the cement median.
When I woke up, I was drooling into the airbag. The car was in a ditch, and I heard ambulance sirens approaching. Ladouche was in the passenger seat, wagging his finger at me.
“She got away,” he said. “I’m sending you back to try again—don’t disappoint me.”
I felt time swirling around me and I felt myself moving back, back . . .
CHAPTER FAILED.
Try again.
~ Continue.
The white van’s driver, a burly man with a denim jacket, scraggly hair, and a trucker cap looked over at me and laughed.
“So you think this is funny?” I shouted, as if he could hear me.
He blew me a kiss. Good God, I was going to have to Lysol my
