I was running as fast as I could. My breath was sawing in and out of my lungs like it was on fire. Pain was coursing through my limbs as electricity surged through me and told me what to do as I fought for my freedom from those two men.
All of these were happening on instinct because the only thing my mind focused on was the highway. If I could reach the interchange, if I could slide down the side of it and start running west, then I would be OK. I had to keep moving.
I'd already run a few hundred feet. There were only fifty or sixty more left until I could jump over the guardrail on the left and slide down to the highway. I was almost there.
The car was coming now. Its engine sounded like a demonic creature laughing low and guttural as Derek floored the engine. For a brief mome
