Louis as the Screeching Hawk rose to its maximum height, then dropped at a rate of sixty miles an hour. Raven raised her arms, closed her eyes, and relished the danger, excitement, the feeling of being totally out of control. She fought the urge to stand up. To see if she could maintain her balance while the world sped by. Mentally, she knew it was an ignorant thought. Still she couldn’t keep from picturing it…Raven Mahoney, the king of the world—or queen as the case may be. She hadn’t been on a roller coaster in at least fifteen years, not since the last time she and Matthew had gone to Worlds of Fun in Kansas City. They’d been dating only a few weeks back then. Old memories. Bittersweet. Was that the reason Matt had chosen to drive four hours to Adventure Park rather than take his daughter to the more local amusement park? Don’t analyze this, Raven. But the thought had already started to needle at her, pricking her thought processes, the part of her that needed to probe, dig, get to the bottom of every issue, every story.
