Chapter 9 The imposing howl of the Nova’s shot muffler wreaked pandemonium across the otherwise tranquil forest. The smell of exhaust clouded out the usual scent of pine and mountain water.
With the sole of his boot clamped to the brake pedal at the center of Meyers Bridge, Sean’s neck swung from window to window looking for the police cruiser or any sign of Lumbergh or Jefferson. Nothing. He couldn’t believe they had already come and left, but that had to be the case. They had left the station for the bridge long before Zed arrived to pick him up.
With his ample back pressed into the deteriorating vinyl car seat, he found himself gazing out through the open passenger window and along the fast-moving water that roared steadily below. The river’s path disappeared around a distant barrage
