CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Riley struggled to grasp what had just happened. Everything around her had been spinning, crashing … then the chaos had abruptly stopped.
The RV engine was still running, the headlights still shone into the falling snow, and the windshield wipers were still moving monotonously back and forth.
It all seemed perfectly surreal.
Then she remembered. She’d just been rammed by the approaching RV, and her own vehicle was now lying on its side. She had been slammed against the driver’s side door and the blow had dazed her for a moment.
She heard a shout behind her.
“Riley!”
Crivaro! She felt a jolt of panic. Had he been hurt?
She unlatched her shoulder harness and shifted around until she could look between the front seats.
In the back of the RV, her partner was sprawle
