CHAPTER 43Mara and Ping leaned forward and peered through the windshield into the sky ahead. A bright light plummeted toward them, growing as it descended, glowing violet, throwing off red and yellow sparks. A black smoky contrail marked its course across the early morning sky. The comet-like mass plunged downward, lining up with the road they traveled as if it intended to use it as a landing strip.
A shiver ran up Mara’s spine as she turned to Ping. The look of fear on his face confirmed the sense of déjà vu she felt.
“Pull over!” Mara said. “Now!”
Diana glanced at them again in the rearview. “Mr. Martin’s restaurant is right up this way. I can pull over there.”
“There’s no time. We have to get out now. That meteor’s coming in faster than you think, and, when it hits, it’ll smother us
