VOLUME FIVE: QUICKEST RISK
"Don't die. Please don't die." I smooth my hands along one of her curves. "Please, baby, not now."
Steam rises from the edges of the hood. Gentle petting turns to angry hits on her dashboard as the car vibrates so strongly I'm forced to pull over to the side of the road.
"No! No! No!" Why me? Why, why, me?
Is this Karma? Have I pissed off a Voodoo Queen somewhere? All those motivational speakers go on about how when one door closes, another opens, but there's no freaking doors in sight. The only thing visible for as far as I can see is cacti, dirt, and sand. So much sand.
I bang my head on the steering wheel. Whose bright idea was it to come out to the desert in the first place?
Right.
Mine.
No one has ever accused me, Hannah Stoneman, of being a brainiac
