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My life started to flash before my eyes, but I got bogged down coming up with explanations for some things that God might not understand. Above the frantic thump of my heart, I heard the hum of an engine. The metallic creak of an opening door was followed by the scrape of cowboy boots against the pavement.
I abandoned explanations and went for the gun.
As I groped across his unconscious body, snowflakes drifted down, settling on my exposed neck like tiny, icy fingers that turned into rivulets trickling down my back. Fear made a knot in my stomach above the spot the gear shift was digging into.
If I got out of this alive, I was never driving manual again.
I scrabbled harder, pushing my face into Kelvin Kapone-with-a-K's side, groping along the side of him and the car’s floor. So inte
