Aftershock (Rachel Hatch Book 7) by Shea Brian & Ryan L.T

Author:Shea, Brian & Ryan, L.T. [Shea, Brian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Liquid Mind Media
Published: 2021-06-01T00:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

Breakneck was surrounded by four lakes, Ptarmigan, Grant, Crescent, and Kenai. The biggest of the four was the Kenai. It ran parallel to the main road through town and up the mountain to Camp Hope. That road, or at least the portion where Hatch and Tracy had been sitting, dropped fifteen feet. Mud was the only view from the crushed front windshield. The vehicle was nose down. The ground swallowed the front end.

Hatch was slammed about the cabin when the ground shift occurred and came to a final resting place mashed into the dashboard with her left forearm wedged between the dash and shattered windshield. She worked her arm free, ignoring the pain of sliced skin. After clearing bits of broken glass that had penetrated her jacket and her flesh, she assessed herself. Minus some minor lacerations, she had no broken bones and was, by all accounts unharmed.

A low grunt came from Tracy, his voice imperceptible over the water rushing in. Hatch could feel the frigid water battling against her water-resistant boots as she twisted to face Tracy.

"How bad?" Hatch asked.

Tracy was bent forward, holding his left leg at the knee. "Dislocated. No break. Tracy roared as he yanked his ankle free from the pedal. His lower leg dangled loosely.

The sound of rushing water was replaced by another. Wind howled through the broken SUV. Hatch's eyes widened when she saw the source. As she adjusted to the disorienting darkness, Hatch realized the wind whipping against the outside of the SUV preceded a massive wall of water. The normally placid Kenai sent a tidal wave their way. And it was closing in fast.

Hatch looked at the injured Tracy and then at their escape route through the Land Rover's rear window. She was out of what she needed most. Time.

"Brace for impact!" Hatch climbed into the backseat. She wedged herself between the seats but kept her body loose. Tense muscles and locked joints meant tears and broken bones.

The sound was deafening, like a hundred firehoses hitting at once. The Land Rover held its ground. Or better yet, the ground held the Land Rover. The raging water met the wall of earth like a boxer's punch, landing an overhand right to a heavy bag. And Hatch and Tracy were smack dab in the middle.

The reinforced frame maintained the vehicle's structural integrity. The bullet resistant windows survived. However, the shattered front windshield was all but washed away. Muddy water flooded the interior compartment.

"Where's your gun?" she yelled.

"Center console." He mashed a black button set inside a panel of lacquered wood. Nothing happened. His face reddened. "Low profile admin bullshit."

Hatch positioned herself with her back to the rear window. She lowered the middle row and squeezed in. Hatch braced the inside of her forearms against the seatbacks. "Be ready to move when I breach that window!"

Hatch delivered a mule kick. The shock wave resonated from her heel along her spine. The window remained intact.

"Those windows are designed to take a hell of a beating, but they are also designed for rapid egress.

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