They ate lunch, then went by Mr. Leed’s office so Daniel could sign the contract for the repairs on the house. Returning to the car, he started it up, pulling out of the lot onto the main street, and from there up the road leading back to Griffin’s cabin.
About two miles from town, Daniel got a feeling something was off. The same sort of feelings he’d had several times at the house. He shivered, gripping the steering wheel tightly, immediately taking his foot off the gas to slow down.
“What’s wrong,” Griffin asked with concern.
“I don’t know. Something’s not right.” Daniel shook his head just as there was a loud bang. The car swerved. He wrestled with the steering wheel when the car began to veer across the road toward the cliff, hearing the thump-thump of a flat tire. Decelerating, he
