Wilfred turned the wheel, narrowly avoiding driving onto the curb and hitting a newspaper display.
That didn’t matter.
What mattered was him getting out of town before they found the body. If they found Sharon first, he was doomed.
After the turn, he poured on the gas toward the town’s line sign ahead.
Just a few more seconds…
A dark image appeared in front of the car. Swearing, he jerked the wheel and plowed into a tree.
Wiping blood from his face, he tried to focus on the image of his sister standing over him.
“I wasn’t going alone, Will.”