His Choice Wasn't Me
Spider, seated in the passenger seat, leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied the dark tree line on both sides of the road.
“That wasn’t here yesterday,” Spider muttered.
Sarah, seated in the back, looked up from her phone. “What’s wrong?”
Scorpion didn’t answer right away. His gaze swept the surroundings, too quiet, too clean. No animals. No passing cars. Even the wind seemed to have gone still.
“This is wrong,” Spider said flatly, turning halfway toward Sarah. “Ma’am, we need to brace for impact.”
Her stomach tightened instantly. “Impact?”
Spider reached for the door handle. “I’ll step out and move it.”