His foot is embedded in the floor, and the tires squeal, filling the car with the smell of burned rubber. The girl, Mary, just disappeared into thin air. But not in a good way. Tatum is sure of that. There’s no escaping the look of horror etched across her face or the way she gasped as if something was starting to suck the last bit of air from her body. The way Molly screamed and tried to help her, Parker holding her back as if their lives depended on it. Something horrible happened. But what? Helplessly, she watched Molly and Parker fade away into the distance. Scott turns a corner, sending Tatum violently against the passenger-side door. Her head knocks against the window. Seat belt. “Go back,” she says. “No way.” “GO BACK!” Scott ignores her, so Tatum grabs the emergency brake and pulls it. The car jerks, and the tires slip out from beneath them. Scott tries to keep control of the wheel while they spin around a hundred and eighty degrees. They don’t end up in the ditch, but they come close.
