Chapter 11
Ears ringing, chest hurting, I struggled to focus. I pushed at the airbag in front of me, trying to see around it. ‘Sam? Chris?’
A faint groan was the only answer I received.
Hand fumbling for the seat belt, I fought down the rising panic threatening to engulf me. My hands found the seat belt buckle and I depressed it, sighing in relief as the pressure around my middle eased.
Relief fled when the hollow below my neck went cold.
Someone was dying, and I had no urge to travel to get to my client. That meant whoever was dying had to be close by.
No. Not Sam. It couldn’t be Sam.
I choked back a sob as I pushed and pulled until I could see past the airbag. Sam was slumped in the driver’s seat, partially hidden by the driver’s side airbag. I couldn’t see his face. I thrust out
