CHAPTER 22
RICK HEARD THE news on the emergency radio and a dull, heavy thudding began in his chest. A wall of mud was headed down the mountain. Estimated at 40 miles per hour and showing no signs of slowing, it would hit I-5 in approximately 63 minutes, destroying everything in its path, wreaking havoc with transportation and communication routes. Rick knew he had to move fast, getting to Nate before the deadly wave hit.
He grabbed his car keys and realized they weren’t his. Oh hell. The station was nearly empty. Personnel and vehicles had been dispatched to deal with the crisis. He had to high-tail it to Mason County and he’d have to do it in Nate’s gimpy car.
He ran to the lot, started the engine, and was relieved to see the fuel indicator pointing to three-quarters of a tank. He gun
