CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Cory just wanted the shaking to stop. He'd closed his eyes when the car went smashing through the wooden barrier, starting a series of rolls down the side of the hill that seemed neverending. With each roll, his head jerked violently, as if it was being torn off his shoulders. The flashlights from the cup holders crashed against the windshield and his cell phone dropped out of his pocket, becoming part of the debris as if he was trapped in some deadly, spinning washing machine.
His head was spinning, pounding, and thumping like a sinister metronome, counting him down to the final smash. It came as the car roof crunched against the large rock at the side of the falls.
Cory heard the sound of running water as the final small rocks followed him down the hillside and bange
