“Get in front of ‘em,” Mack said, straining against his buckle and rolling down his window to get a better look. He pulled out his Glock and loaded the chamber.
“What the fuck are you going to do?” Liam shouted, glancing back and forth between the gun and the road.
“Pay attention to the goddamned
road,” Mack said, eyes locked on the ambulance.
“You’re mad as a box of feckin’ frogs,” Liam muttered through gritted teeth. They sped up until they were passing the ambulance.
“Bone’s driving,” Mack called. At the same moment Bone looked down and saw Mack hanging out the window. And the bastard grinned. Fucking grinned.
“Get in front of him,” Mack said, still watching Bone. “Force him to stop.”
Liam had obviously been of the same mind because even as Mack said it, they passed and were about to pull in front of the ambulance. At least until Bone jerked on his wheel and rammed into them.
“Shite!” Liam yelled, just managing to right the truck before they fishtailed off the road. In the distance, another truck was heading their way in the oncoming lane. To their left was a large lake.
“Pass them,” Mack yelled.
“I’m trying!” Liam slammed his foot on the gas and the truck lurched forward. Mack was thrown back against the seat. His fingers went white-knuckled on the grab handle overhead and he sent another prayer up as the truck heading toward them started honking.
Liam had just about passed the ambulance when it jerked in their direction again, this time clipping them on the back taillight.
Shit!
They almost spun right into the ambulance’s way. What the fuck was Bone thinking? Mack barely had a second to think before the truck’s wheels burnt rubber Liam yet again managed to steady them. They cut in front of the ambulance right in time to avoid the oncoming truck.
“Holy shite,” Liam shouted as it whizzed by, the horn blaring in one constant honk. Mack swung around to look out the back window at the ambulance.
Mack could just barely make out Bone’s ugly mug behind the wheel, features mottled with rage. And shit, even after all this time, Mack felt a kick of terror in his guts. Bone still had that power over him.
He swung around. “Let’s end this,” he said and Liam nodded. He punched the gas even more, furthering the distance between them and the ambulance.
Then, the road clear of on-coming traffic, he spun the truck sideways, blocking both lanes of the road. There were trees on one side of the road and the lake on the other.
Nowhere for Bone to go. He had no choice but to stop.
Liam pushed open his door and jumped down. “Just in case the crazy fecker tries to go through.”
Mack nodded. But he could already see that the ambulance was slowing down. They had the bastard cornered and he knew it.
His fingers closed around his Glock as he tucked it in the back of his pants and walked around the truck to stand by Liam.
The ambulance slowed even more.
And then Bone turned it at the last moment and drove through the flimsy metal barrier into the fucking lake.
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MACK
“Calla!” Liam shouted, running to the lake’s edge after the ambulance.
Mack followed right on his heels, his heartbeat a pounding drum in his ears. Liam jumped in the water, swimming to where the ambulance was nose down and slowly sinking.
But then Mack caught sight of movement on the road.
It was Bone, crawling and then stumbling to his feet.