Chapter 33Dunne smiled to himself as the Hummer hurtled over the sand. He couldn't believe he'd done it.
Couldn't believe he'd escaped.
The gunshots stopped, but he didn't slow down. He wanted to get as far from War Willow as he could, as fast as possible.
Behind him, Quincy sprawled across the back seat, gasping for breath. "Now that's what I call...a getaway."
White-knuckling the steering wheel, Dunne veered around rocks and debris. His heart hammered, and his blood sizzled with adrenaline.
But he wasn't afraid. For the first time since Gaudíland, Mississippi, he wasn't trapped in a haze of mortal terror.
It was a good feeling.
"I can't felieve that plan worked," said Quincy. "I thought for sure we were gonna end up bomb biscuits."
"Me, too," said Dunne.
"That's why we did
