Kieran drove like a man possessed.

The black SUV tore down the highway at speeds that made the engine scream in protest, weaving between cars with reckless aggression. He cut across lanes without signaling, clipped mirrors, forced sedans and trucks to swerve out of his path. Horns blared in a furious chorus. Drivers leaned out windows, shouting curses…“You fucking lunatic!” “Slow the hell down!”their voices lost in the roar of wind and rubber.

Amelia gripped the passenger door handle so hard her knuckles turned white. Her face was the color of old parchment, stomach lurching with every violent swerve. She swung from side to side in the seat, shoulder slamming...