CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The 1993 Lincoln Town Car was America’s sedan. You couldn’t drive down a single street in the nineties without seeing one. The folks at Lincoln engineered it to withstand damn near any situation a driver would encounter.
Potholes? Check.
Ice-slicked roads? You better believe it.
The craggy landscape of the spirit world? Well, I don’t think the carmakers had that one mind.
For a few seconds, my car was airborne as we entered the spirit world.
I held my breath as my stomach leaped into my throat.
Bo uttered the words “oh s**t” as we plummeted. Kyle shouted in slow motion.
CRASH!
We hit the rocky plains and the car bounced wildly. Kyle flew off and rolled on the ground. We left him behind. The big orange sky covered in phantoms loomed overhead.
“You’re ruining my
