Eric ran, with Laurie beside him, to the BMW while Zack and Marie hurried to his red pickup truck in the driveway. “Eric, I’ll drive.” “Let me.” Eric had to be in control of something. He had to make this mission his own. “Drive safe.” Laurie tossed him the keys and he caught them, jumped into the driver’s seat of the BMW, shoved the key in the ignition, and took off as soon as Laurie was in the seat beside him. “Don’t worry, we can fix this,” she said, but Eric knew it was his problem to fix. “I can’t believe how wrong I was. I still don’t believe it.” Eric gunned the powerful engine and tore down the dark street. The high beams of Zack’s truck appeared behind him. They hit the end of the street together, and Eric hit the gas around the turn. “Take it easy.” “There’s no traffic, and I’m fine.” Eric gripped the steering wheel, holding it hard. “Why don’t you try to get the cops on the phone? Tell them we’re on the way. Ask for Detective Rhoades or Pagano.”
