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that?” Dylan said, pointing to the front.
    A pickup truck barreled toward us and swerved into our lane.
    Sam grimaced. “Oh no.” He jerked the Land Cruiser around the truck, but the driver pulled a U-turn and followed.
    If only we hadn’t come up here. If only Ashley hadn’t taken that picture. If only I hadn’t gone to Boo’s school. If only Dad hadn’t gotten on that plane . . .
    But there was nothing I could do to change any of that now. One of these days I would have to quit wishing away the “if only’s” and stand up to them.
    The pickup following us made Boo’s threats seem like nothing. “Let’s get these guys, Sam,” I said.

Chapter 44

    The truck gained on us. I had my arm around Dylan’s car seat and hoped he didn’t know what was going on. My fingers trembled as I gave him his miner’s hat and helped him turn on the light.
    I prayed silently. Please, God, help us get out of this. You know how scared we are.
    Then I prayed God would let the truck run off the road or crash into a tree. Before you decide that’s not a very nice thing to pray, you should look in the Psalms where David asks God to break his enemies’ teeth and kill them all. The Bible will surprise you.
    I missed Mom. She was miles away and didn’t even know we were in trouble.
    Sam handed me his cell phone and told me to dial 911. I wanted to call Mom, but I punched the three numbers. Nothing happened.
    We went into a tunnel and everything went dark. When we came out, we hit a straight stretch and Sam floored it. Still the truck drew closer.
    I hit Redial and the phone stayed dead. Finally it rang.
    “911, this is McLarty. What is your emergency?”
    “A truck’s chasing us and we need help! We’re on Gold Camp Road—”
    “Sorry, ma’am, you’re breaking up. What’s the nature of your emergency?”
    “Gold Camp Road!” I shouted. “We’re coming up on a reservoir.”
    “Sorry, I didn’t hear that. What is your location?”
    The phone cut out. I dialed again, but Sam said, “We’re in a dead spot.” I didn’t like the sound of that.
    Most of the snow had melted from the road so we went faster. The truck was about a football field behind us. A sign showed a curve ahead with a suggested speed of 20 miles an hour. Sam yelled for us to hang on. We raced around the curve doing at least 60, and I thought the Land Cruiser was going to fly off the road. I prayed the truck would.
    My mouth was dry as cotton. A funny feeling settled over me, and I blurted out, “My medicine!”
    Bryce turned around. “What about it?”
    “I forgot to take it. Last night and this morning.”
    Sam banged the steering wheel. “I should have reminded you. Where is it?”
    “Back at the cabin,” I said.

Chapter 45

    Ashley looked pale, and the memories flooded back of the night years before when Dad found her in my closet, staring at the ceiling, her eyes fixed on something none of us could see. She had thrown up by her bed and wandered into my room and just stood there like a zombie.
    I remembered the ambulance and lots of crying and months of trying to forget that awful night. Before her EEGs—brain tests, they told me—she got to stay up late with Dad watching movies so she would sleep once she got to the doctor’s office. I was actually jealous of that part, but there was no way I wanted her problem and no way I could take the big pills she did.
    They called what she had “complex partial seizures,” something about what happens in her brain while she sleeps. The doctor said it was like a computer giving wrong commands. He was trying to stop the bad stuff before her brain got used to it and it started happening while she was awake. Looking at her you wouldn’t know anything was wrong, but if she didn’t take her medicine, she could get the seizures again.
    “Can you hang on, Ashley?” Sam said.
    When she didn’t answer I turned again to look at her. Her lips trembled, and she was paler than ever. “You okay,