CHAPTER 14
“Are you all right? Is anything broken?”
Kennedy had never heard Carl sound frightened before. They were at a dead stop in the middle of the overpass, but he shot his hand out across her chest, as if he wanted to shield her from the impact several seconds too late. The wipers turned on automatically and screeched loudly against the dry windshield.
“I’m all right.” She was a little sore on her shoulder where the seatbelt had seized up, but she didn’t think she was injured.
There was a small cut on Carl’s forehead, but he opened the door and stepped outside. “I’m gonna see if the other driver’s all right. What in the world ...” He slammed the door in the middle of his sentence and walked up to the car ahead, smoothing down the front of his coat.
Kennedy opened her door and ho
