“Move it!” barked Coup, holding the driver’s door, as Long piled into the backseat and Rory lifted the girl in—before going around to the passenger side and getting in himself.
“Holy s**t!” said Long, craning to look out the back, and when Coup saw what he was looking at through the rearview mirror his heart nearly stopped; indeed, he had to turn and peer out his window to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.
Nor was he—for a great column of fire, or at least molten lava, had appeared amidst the gloom, the kind you might see spewing from a volcano in Hawaii ... only right there, about 10 miles away, where Patagonia would have been. It was joined by another as he watched, this one further away, and one more still, which may have been as far as Tuscan.
“My God, it’s like the whole world
