Chapter 46: How Did You Figure It Out?

The impact sent the Porsche Cayenne rolling across the highway, but it landed on all four tires and skidded to a stop by the shoulder. The black sedan tried to ram them again, but white smoke poured from its hood and it sputtered to a stop. "Aunt Blake! Ms. Scurr!" Miller Cutmore twisted around, unbuckled his seat belt, and flung open the rear door. Thanks to his earlier warning, both women had buckled up. They were only knocked out, their breathing slow and steady, their lives not in danger. He...