“Stevie?”
Carlos’s voice was soft in his ear, and Steven barely heard him beneath the deafening silence.
“Yeah?” Steven asked, afraid to move.
“You okay?” Carlos’s hand fumbled along his thigh, reaching for him.
Steven caught the hand in his own. “Did you see that guy?” He had seen someone tall and dark and so damn fast jump in front of the car, and then the world had crashed down around them. “Is he dead?”
“I don’t think I hit him.” Carlos squeezed Steven’s hand in his and reached up to turn on the overhead light.
Pale, washed-out illumination filled the interior of the car, pushing the darkness back outside the cracked windows. Carlos looked at Steven critically. There was a slight cut above Carlos’s eyebrow, bright red beading in the wound, and Steven reached out to wipe the blood
