The Lure by Lynne Ewing

Author:Lynne Ewing [Ewing, Lynne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-03-10T23:00:00+00:00

19

The windshield wipers screeched back and forth, but we could still hear the wail of sirens coming at us from every direction. I fought back tears and watched Trek’s reflection in the rearview mirror, the thrill in his eyes, his creepy grin. He was enjoying this.

“When I stop, we dump the car and run in different directions,” Trek said, his breath coming hard and fast.

“We know the drill.” Rico sounded totally sober at this point.

I inhaled too deeply. The air caught in my throat and came out, a thin sigh. Rico squeezed my elbow and, from the front seat, Satch shot me a warning glance. Trek would see any show of sadness as criticism for what he had done, and he was still the only one with a gun.

In the distance, police lights pulsed, growing brighter. The siren shrilled, rising and falling, then rising again.

I stared at the sky. My grandmother would never recover once she found out that I had been involved in a double murder. The killing of a child. I imagined her devastation as Trek took a hard right, pushing the speed limit.

The car swerved around the corner, my insides sliding with it. Tires shrieked into a skid and the nauseating smell of burnt rubber seeped into the car. My stomach rippled, creeping up, the nausea too strong to quell. Saliva flooded my mouth. I leaned over and vomited behind Trek’s seat.

Coughing and spitting, I remained with my head between my knees until Rico pulled me up, unbuttoned his shirt and used his wet shirttail to wipe my face. I leaned against him and gazed out the window, my mind blank, color fading from my vision.

Trek caught my stare in the rearview mirror. “Blaise is going into shock.”

Satch looked back at me. “She’ll never be able to run when we ditch the car.”

“One of you take her home and get her warm.” Trek slammed on the brakes, a panic stop. Uncontrolled, the car spun out and continued to slide into the curb. Hubcaps scraped against the concrete, bluish-white sparks spraying as high as the window.

The moment the car came to rest under the low-hanging branches of a tree, Satch leaped out and wrenched open the back door. Together, he and Rico pulled me into the blustering wind.

The rain had stopped. Moon-silvered clouds swept across the sky, trailing the storm, and from all around us came the sound of dripping water.

Satch felt my forehead, his hand sliding down to my cheek. “She’s stone cold and not even shivering.”

“Stop talking,” Trek yelled, the engine revving.

“I’ll stay with Trek,” Satch said.

“Decide!” Trek shouted, the car nosing forward.

Abruptly, Rico jumped into the front seat, the decision made. The car rocketed down the street, Satch staring after it as if he couldn’t believe he had been left to take care of me.

In the opposite direction three blocks away, a squad car shot around the corner, bar lights flashing. I stood unmoving beneath the trees, aware of the headlights reflecting in white smears on the wet pavement.

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