A pair of headlights raked through the darkness. Just a minute later, Rosemary’s mint-green Fiat was pulling up next to where Audrey stood by the curb. She let out a little sob of relief and ran to the car, one hand on the door handle before the vehicle had even come to a complete stop. And then she was inside, and Rosemary was pulling away from the curb while Audrey fumbled with the seatbelt.
Once they were safely around the block and headed north — presumably going toward her house — Rosemary said, “What happened?”
“I don’t know for sure.” Even though the heat was on in her car, Audrey’s teeth wanted to chatter, and she had to clench her jaw to force the words out. “I was trying to read on my e-reader, and something came up out of it, was reaching toward me — ”
Once again her body was
