Chapter 17: The Snare
Elsie’s POV
The black pickup truck flew through the empty desert night like a bullet. Collin kept his heavy boot slammed flat on the gas pedal, driving without headlights to keep us hidden in the dark. The only illumination came from the pale, gray light of the moon hitting the endless sand and the long, straight line of the empty highway ahead. The wind howled furiously through the cracked windshield, bringing the cold night air and the smell of dust inside the cabin.
I was squeezed tight in the middle of the seat. My left shoulder was pressed hard against Collin’s tense arm as he gripped the steering wheel, and my right side was crushed against Dean’s massive frame. Behind us, Jeremy kept his eyes glued to the rear window, his gun resting on the edge of the frame
