The mangled car jetted forward as Ryker's foot must have been on the gas when he went unconscious. I unbuckled my seat belt as I tried to push him back. The phone slid to the floor.
"No, no, no, no, no." I got him pushed back enough that I could move the steering wheel. We scraped the sides of no less than three cars as I tried to point us in the direction of the hospital in a runaway Range Rover.
I slammed on the horn as we sailed through the intersection. A cop was sitting at the light. He flipped his lights on and joined in the run behind us, his sirens blaring.
I stabbed at the buttons on the dashboard. There had to be some kind of remote alarm system. Something that connected me to a human in case of an emergency.
"Land Rover InControl, what can I help you with?" a pleasant fe
