Trudy watched the truck rolling across the beach but managed to stop before she, too, ran off the road.
Putting the car in neutral, she flung open the driver’s door. Racing across the sand, she got to the truck.
Kneeling down in the cold sand, she cupped her hands around her eyes and looked inside. No sign of Alice. She must’ve been thrown clear.
“Looking for me?”
Trudy turned slowly to see Alice, standing down the left side of the truck, holding a large hunting knife in her right hand.
Her hair was a tangled and her forehead had a long gash that was leaking blood in red trails down the left side of her face. Alice’s eyes were hard and she was trembling, no doubt suffering from shock.
Trudy rose to her feet. She slipped out of her sandals. She might need the extra mobility in the wet
