Farrell’s car had destroyed almost the whole front end of his car. He touched his fingers to his top lip and saw blood there. That explained why his face hurt so much. His nose was probably broken. He wrestled his door open. The intersection was deserted. The same Cadillac he’d seen at Charles’s house was wedged against the front corner of his vehicle, the door open and the dome light on. The warning alarm was beeping. Farrell must have jumped out and left the keys in. Eric fell onto asphalt covered with an inch of water, heaved himself up and pulled open the rear door where Kerry was sucking in deep breaths. He handed her his cell phone. “Stay here. Do not move.” He unlocked his phone and brought up his contacts. “Call Jonah and tell him what happened. “I have to find your mom.” She nodded and he wished he could stay with her. Eric scanned the area, nothing but a closed-down gas station and trees that bordered the road.
