For several seconds, Beth could only stare. What had he thrown on her? Acid? The woman’s screams filled Beth with panic and uncertainty? What should she do? Try to help?
Adrenaline caused her to act on instinct—and instinct told her to flee.
While Abbott stood calmly watching the woman scream, Beth slid into the driver’s seat, pressed down the clutch, and ground the truck into first gear. It bucked and complained, but started to roll. She could hear the woman’s terrified wails behind her, and they filled her with guilt, but she kept moving.
She looked in the rearview mirror to see Abbott running behind the truck. In her mind, she watched him catch up, sprint alongside the open door, and hop inside with her. The vision caused her to stomp hard on the accelerator, no matter how much the d
