CHAPTER 33Sam grunted as he strained against the hood of the police car. Next to him, Bohannon’s shoulders rolled as he heaved, sending the heavy vehicle rocking on its shocks. The center of the patrol car balanced on the shoulder of the road, like a plank on a fulcrum, preventing the back tires from gaining enough traction to pull it back onto the road. They had to lift and push at the same time to unwedge the car. The detective relaxed and held up a finger to Diana who sat behind the wheel, pressing on the gas when given the signal. Sam could see the top of his daughter’s head past his mother’s shoulder, strapped into the backseat. He straightened and coughed dust from his throat.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Sam said, “It feels like it’s wedged in there in a way that the
