Marked, Not Kept
Four sets of headlights, and none of them closing.
That was the thing Maya kept coming back to afterward, when there was time to come back to things. They came over the rise doing eighty and they sat at eighty, four across two lanes, a quarter mile back, and they stayed there.
"They're not gaining," she said.
"No." Wilder had both hands on the wheel and the truck up to seventy-five and Kade's warning about sixty was already a joke. "They're not."