Chapter 23
Lesches, France, 2003
Arik grabbed the car seat as it spun into the dome of light. He looked over at Ciaran. The man didn’t even blink as he did his best to control the car. This guy’s nerves must be made of steel, Arik thought. As they spun, Arik realized they weren’t headed into a dome of alien light but rather into a row of trucks shining headlights at them from across the field just off the D45A.
“Cover your head,” Ciaran said.
Arik did so instantly, just before the car hit something and came to an abrupt stop. The airbag inflated into his face, making him see thousands of stars.
“Get out of the car,” Ciaran said.
Arik unbuckled the seatbelt and dove outside. As soon as they had rolled clear and scrambled to their feet, the car exploded. “There goes my guitar!” Arik mu
