Page 15 of Montana Delta Rescue
How could the brakes be gone?
They’d worked when she picked the car up.
The Porsche kept sliding toward the steep ditch on the right side of the road.
Her stomach lurched and she yanked on the emergency brake.
Nothing.
She let up on the gas and steered into the skid.
The rental slammed lengthwise into the ditch.
Crunch!
The hood crumpled in toward the steering wheel as the windshield shattered.
The van had stopped up ahead and was sitting just up the highway. A man in a dark hooded jacket got out, holding a handgun, and headed toward her.
Oh no.
Her heart was racing.
He was coming for her.
Chapter 5
The manwith the gun was coming for her.
Marilyn’s heart was racing.
A blue car pulled off the road behind where her rental had run off the road and he parked it.
Off in the distance behind her, in her rear-view mirror, she saw flashing lights. A patrol car.
The blue car behind her was close and a big burly man was getting out.
“I’m an EMT,” he called out to her. “Stay in the car until I check you.”
The hooded man with the gun turned and went back to his van, got in and then took off driving down the side of the road, throwing gravel as he spun away.
Thank God.
She breathed out, her heartbeat still loud in her ears.
The EMT guy was beside her now, opening her car door and squatting down to be closer to her. He unhooked her seatbelt and moved it out of the way.
“I’m fine,” she told him. “The air bag didn’t even deploy, and I didn’t hit my head or anything.”
“It should have,” he said. “Okay,” he nodded to her. “Just sit tight. Highway patrol is almost here. I’m going to check on the driver of the Porsche next.”
“Yes,” she said. “I hope no one is hurt. That van was crazy driving. And that man had a gun. Did you see him?”
“No. I didn’t,” he said. “Just saw your cars going off the road.”
Disappointment filled her. She’d hoped someone else had witnessed that man with the gun.
Maybe the driver of the Porsche had seen him.
