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Jack watched the whole thing unfold like a slow-motion scene out of a horror movie — the car accelerating far past a speed that could be considered safe anywhere except the freeway, the way it turned sharply at the last minute and went plummeting across a parking lot and into the side of a defunct HVAC supply store. Dust from disintegrating concrete floated on the warm air.
He pulled into the empty lot and threw the Jeep into park, then hurried over to the sad, crumpled heap of metal that used to be a Volkswagen Jetta. Cursing under his breath, he grasped the door handle and wrenched it open. Inside, Kate was slumped over the steering wheel, blood pouring down her face from a gash in her forehead, the exploded airbag like a limp jellyfish beneath her body.
God. With frantic fingers, h
