The car screeched to a stop at the side of the road.
Kyla threw her head back, a hand covering her face as she sobbed.
Then the air suddenly turned cold. The streetlights flickered several times before shutting off completely.
Kyla almost jumped at the thud against the back of the car. Something hissed. She didn’t need anyone to tell her—someone was out there, and they’d just messed with the tire to lure her out.
Forcing herself to stay calm, Kyla locked the doors and turned off the lights. She called Carlos again, but he still didn’t pick up.
Just as she tried to call Raymond, someone smashed the car window.
A yelp escaped her as the phone slipped from her hand. The darkness made it impossible to find it again.
Then came the sound—bone cracking against fists, followed by grunts and
