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again. It was also locked.
Trevor knocked again. "Hello?" He leaned into the window, trying to peer past the fog inside, but he still couldn't see a thing. He decided whatever was happening was worth risking police action on. The way the windows were fogged, and the car had turned off when he got out suggested someone was inside. If they weren't answering there had to be an explanation for it.
"If you can hear me, I'm going to break the rear window. Cover your eyes if you can." He gave the occupants a few moments to prepare themselves before trying to break the window. During that time he tied his jacket around his elbow to help protect it from the impact. "Here we go in three, two, one."
Trevor put his back against the window and thrust his elbow into the glass. The first blow didn't do a thing. The second created a fine crack that led from the point of impact to the top of the window. The third, webbed the glass, shattering it as his arm went through the hole.
Trevor turned around and looked inside. Other than a briefcase on the seat and discarded Diet Coke cans on the floor, the back seat was empty. He peered to the front, but it was empty as well. Trevor reached in to the front and hit the latch to unlock the door, then pulled it with his other hand. Once it was open he jumped to the front and noticed the front seat was empty. It was as if the driver had already taken off. But other than to make sure the windows were defrosted when he got back, it made little sense to leave the car running with the keys in the ignition. That was practically begging someone to come up and steal the car.
Trevor reached in and tried to pull the keys out, but found them stuck in the on position. A quick glance at the dashboard told him all he needed to know. The needle on the gas tank was on E, which explained why the car had died, but didn't explain why it was still running until now.
A thought pressed into his mind. What if the other cars were the same way? Left running while the owners took off. But he'd seen someone in the Smart Car in front of his truck, so it couldn't be that.
Trevor walked up to the blue Ford parked in front of the Mazda, leaned down and looked into the window. It was empty too. He checked four other cars around him and found the same thing. Each one running, yet their owners were nowhere to be seen.
What the hell is going on?
For the first time in years, he wanted to listen to the news to see if he could figure out what the hell was going on. He made the short trip back to his truck, slid the key into the ignition and turned the radio on. He wasn't sure what station was better for news in Mobile, but figured a wreck like this would be announced on most stations after a while. So it really didn't matter where he started.
He pressed the scan button and waited for the first station to come up. Thirty seconds passed, and the radio had yet to settle on a station.
This is weird. It should've found something by now.
He jumped into the truck and looked for himself. The digital numbers on the display panel cycled at a rapid clip from 86 to 108 at a rapid clip, never once stopping on a station. Figuring the radio might be defective, he pressed the AM button to try those. The dial did the same thing.
What the hell...
Three rapid knocks on his passenger door broke him out of his confusion.
Chapter Two
"Thank god, you're alive," the man said as Tyler opened his door. Blood crusted to his beard and eyebrows from a gash on his forehead that exposed some of his skull. His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils dilated as he watched Tyler exit the truck.
"Are you OK?" Tyler asked, trying to get a better look at the cut on his head. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but he was definitely rattled. He needed to get to a hospital soon, otherwise the wound would get infected, and that wasn't a good spot for that.
"I think so." He rubbed his hand along his forehead, rubbing the gash with his
Trevor knocked again. "Hello?" He leaned into the window, trying to peer past the fog inside, but he still couldn't see a thing. He decided whatever was happening was worth risking police action on. The way the windows were fogged, and the car had turned off when he got out suggested someone was inside. If they weren't answering there had to be an explanation for it.
"If you can hear me, I'm going to break the rear window. Cover your eyes if you can." He gave the occupants a few moments to prepare themselves before trying to break the window. During that time he tied his jacket around his elbow to help protect it from the impact. "Here we go in three, two, one."
Trevor put his back against the window and thrust his elbow into the glass. The first blow didn't do a thing. The second created a fine crack that led from the point of impact to the top of the window. The third, webbed the glass, shattering it as his arm went through the hole.
Trevor turned around and looked inside. Other than a briefcase on the seat and discarded Diet Coke cans on the floor, the back seat was empty. He peered to the front, but it was empty as well. Trevor reached in to the front and hit the latch to unlock the door, then pulled it with his other hand. Once it was open he jumped to the front and noticed the front seat was empty. It was as if the driver had already taken off. But other than to make sure the windows were defrosted when he got back, it made little sense to leave the car running with the keys in the ignition. That was practically begging someone to come up and steal the car.
Trevor reached in and tried to pull the keys out, but found them stuck in the on position. A quick glance at the dashboard told him all he needed to know. The needle on the gas tank was on E, which explained why the car had died, but didn't explain why it was still running until now.
A thought pressed into his mind. What if the other cars were the same way? Left running while the owners took off. But he'd seen someone in the Smart Car in front of his truck, so it couldn't be that.
Trevor walked up to the blue Ford parked in front of the Mazda, leaned down and looked into the window. It was empty too. He checked four other cars around him and found the same thing. Each one running, yet their owners were nowhere to be seen.
What the hell is going on?
For the first time in years, he wanted to listen to the news to see if he could figure out what the hell was going on. He made the short trip back to his truck, slid the key into the ignition and turned the radio on. He wasn't sure what station was better for news in Mobile, but figured a wreck like this would be announced on most stations after a while. So it really didn't matter where he started.
He pressed the scan button and waited for the first station to come up. Thirty seconds passed, and the radio had yet to settle on a station.
This is weird. It should've found something by now.
He jumped into the truck and looked for himself. The digital numbers on the display panel cycled at a rapid clip from 86 to 108 at a rapid clip, never once stopping on a station. Figuring the radio might be defective, he pressed the AM button to try those. The dial did the same thing.
What the hell...
Three rapid knocks on his passenger door broke him out of his confusion.
Chapter Two
"Thank god, you're alive," the man said as Tyler opened his door. Blood crusted to his beard and eyebrows from a gash on his forehead that exposed some of his skull. His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils dilated as he watched Tyler exit the truck.
"Are you OK?" Tyler asked, trying to get a better look at the cut on his head. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but he was definitely rattled. He needed to get to a hospital soon, otherwise the wound would get infected, and that wasn't a good spot for that.
"I think so." He rubbed his hand along his forehead, rubbing the gash with his
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