Wrecked by my enemy
It was the low, electric purr of a foreign engine—a smooth, continuous whine that grew louder and louder until the yellow blocks of the Volvo’s headlamps were completely swallowed by a massive, blue glare that hit the rear window like a wave of cold water.
Elias broke the contact, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he turned to look through the dirty glass of the back window.
A single, silver sports car had pulled onto the concrete dock, its long, low snout stopping three feet from the Volvo’s rusted bumper. The high-intensity blue lamps were so bright they turned the inside of the cabin into a white, high-contrast frame where every tear in the vinyl and every speck of gray dust on t
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