Chapter 44 - The CaveWe took Bill's car, merely because it was blocking everyone else's vehicle in the drive. Chris was okay with sitting in the back seat while telling Bill how to get to I-24 again from Rampart Range Road. Bill had something in his hand. It was a cell phone.
“I've got the GPS pulled up on this. Ah, yes there it is—”
I screeched when the SUV veered toward the edge of the road. With my vivid imagination, I saw us falling hundreds of feet, crashing into trees and boulders, our dead bodies lying scattered as the first responders came to the crash site. Bill's quick reflexes were remarkable—much like a vampires—and his jerk of the wheel made both Chris and I (Chris was not wearing his seatbelt), rock in our seats. I grabbed onto a panic handle in the front seat. My hair flop
