I roll my eyes and walk to the other side of the vehicle to the passenger side. I lift up the seat and indicate Luke to get in. He huffs in annoyance but gets in without argument.
I push the seat back and get in. I close the door and buckle my seat-belt. Then, I turn to Jane who's staring at her steering wheel with terror on her face. "What?" I asked nervously.
"I'm out of gas.'' Jane whispered.
My heart plummets to the bottom of it's cage. "How! Didn't you keep track?'' I asked.
Jane shakes her head quickly and begins tapping her thumbs against the steering wheel. "It's so weird because I swear I had a quarter tank." I look in the rear-view mirror to Luke who looks angrier than usual. Of course the bone head would remain silent. Silent yet deadly. A voice rang in my head. I jump in fr
