Scott was pinned between a car and a stone bollard, his blood soaking into the white hood.
Over the screams of the crowd, the white car backed up a few yards and then came at us again.
Brian shoved me. "Run."
But he ran the other way, dragging Scott, alive or dead I couldn't tell, out of the car's path. The car pushed through the barricade and didn't stop until it hit the traffic light.
Blood was coming out of Scott's nose and mouth. I knelt beside him and dialed 911 with shaking hands.
Brian pulled Estella out of the wrecked car. She was hurt too, clutching her stomach and screaming, her eyes fixed on me with pure poison.
Brian glanced at her, at the blood staining her dress red.
"She's going to lose the baby."
Estella grabbed the leg of his jeans. "Why don't you want me? Why? Wha
