“Oh, that’s just splendid!” he spat venomously.
He released his seat belt.
“Want me to feel around for them?” Savanna asked. “My arm’s skinnier.”
He leaned toward the hole and stuck his arm through. “It’s okay ...”
He touched the cold asphalt and water sluiced between his fingers.
“Go slow,” Savanna said. “If they’re there you don’t want to nudge them any further.”
His fingertips traced along the crocodile skin of the highway, questing, searching—
And then there was pain. And flowing warmth. And he couldn’t pull his arm back out of the hole.
“Ohmygod!”
“What is it?!” Savanna screamed.
He began jerking his shoulder savagely. His eyes were wide and wet, literally gleaming with something, everything: anger, pain—unbelievable, vein-bloating, hair-whitening pain! Gleaming tears welled
