Run on Red

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I pulled it out, bracing to see a black screen—but it lit up as soon as I flipped it open, the screen blinking a low-battery warning of one percent. When we reached the middle of the river, I couldn’t help imagining both of us tipping into the waist-deep black water with a splash. I would make one more pass of the car, and if I couldn’t find it, I’d take my chances with the one-percent battery. The sound that came after was so faint I wanted to believe I’d imagined it: A deep yelp that didn’t sound anything like a coyote.

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Instead, we slid a few feet then stopped when the tires sank into the soft dirt at the top of the grade. The words raced through my head, a mantra or a desperate prayer—for another pair of headlights, divine intervention, anything but the feel of those clammy, grasping hands on my skin again.

All I could see was the dark tunnel at the bottom of the first hill: a tiny black mouth that disappeared underground.

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Laura had waited until my shift ended at the Pie Hole to make the tedious, winding drive through the hills. These might be minor to some but unfortunately it happened too often that it was highly distracting and almost made me stop reading. The last bonfire we’d attended—stoked by overeager freshmen— had burned so hot that somebody’s bumper had melted by the end of the night.As with most thrillers that have a small cast, the whodunit is predictable and kills any existing suspense. Laura and I had found his Facebook profile one night and learned, to our horror and delight, that he was a member of the Pen and Quill Society: a LARPing group on campus.

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By the time they realise they are being followed and this isn’t a case of road rage things take a massive turn for the worse. They could back off our ass a little,” Laura grumbled, hunching in her seat so the glare of the headlights didn’t hit her directly. This time, instead of backing away, he kept pace with us until the bumper of the Volvo brushed the hillside and Laura was forced to brake. They made readers love them, they made readers sad, they made readers angry, they made readers laugh, they made readers cry, and they made readers believe in the promise of love and home.The passenger door handle had completely stopped working soon after Tish bought it from Tony’s friend. I decided this wasn’t a Dateline episode about two silly, scantily clad college girls going missing on their way to a party at Coffin Creek after all. The ancient car maxed out at fifty-five on a good day—and we were going much faster than that on the downhill now. She knew she’d be cold and miserable all night in her short dress and cute shoes, but she had no idea how accurate that premonition would end up being! Give me a hot second,” Laura exclaimed, tapping on the brakes as the road curved and emptied into another steep straightaway.