Page 78 of Runaway Road (Runaway 1)

“Blue.”

“What kind of blue?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Bright. Electric blue, maybe?”

Electric blue. “And what kind of truck? Do you remember any details?”

“No, not really. I just remember it was really tall. When it was beside me, I couldn’t see inside.”

An electric blue truck with a lift kit.

I’d seen a truck like that parked in my own driveway more than once.

“What the hell?” I stood, fisting my hands on my hips. No way.

“What?” Londyn came to my side, staring at the spot where I was looking. “What am I looking at?”

“You’re sure it was bright blue?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

I snatched up her hand and marched for the back door. I hit the button to close the overhead door and locked up as soon as we were outside. Then I put us both in my truck, not uttering a word.

My mind was stuck on a possibility I didn’t even want to consider.

“Okay, what am I missing?” Londyn asked as I backed away from the garage.

“A hunch,” I answered through gritted teeth. And if that hunch was right, I was about to lose my shit.

I sped down the streets toward home, skidding to a stop when I hit my driveway. The second Londyn and I were out of the car, I whipped out my phone and dialed my son’s number.

“Hey, Dad,” he answered.

“Get home. Now.” I ended the call without explanation.

“What’s going on, Brooks?” Londyn touched my forearm as I paced on the grass beyond the front door.

“Describe it all to me again. Start at the beginning.”

“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “The truck came up behind me while I was on the phone with Gemma. I didn’t even see it until it was right behind me, and only then all I could really see was the grill. I was trying to watch the road. It bumped me a couple of times, then drove up beside me. I thought it would pass, but it stayed close. There was a car coming the other way so I hit the brakes. I swerved, overcorrected and veered into the ditch.”

“When the truck was beside you, what did it look like?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Tall, mostly. Blue. It wasn’t shiny though, not like the Cadillac.”

Matte electric blue. I was seconds away from nuclear, but I kept it together because I didn’t want to scare Londyn. “Okay. What else? Did you see the driver?”

“No. I was just trying to stay on the road.”

“Understandable. Was there someone else? A passenger? Or was it only the driver?”

Her forehead furrowed as she thought it over. “I-I don’t know.”

We’d find out soon enough.

I stayed in the front yard, my arms crossed over my chest, until Wyatt drove up in his white Ford F-150. We’d bought the truck about six months ago on his birthday. He’d chipped in a third from his savings, and I’d covered the rest.

If I was right, that truck was about to become a lawn ornament.