Chapter 12: Beyond the Contract

Cold. Cold and black and the seatbelt won't open and the water is at my chin, then my mouth, then over me, and my lungs are burning, and I claw at the glass until my nails come off. Then the whole side of the car tears away. An arm comes through the dark and finds me. A hand closes in my hair and my collar. The belt parts like thread. And I'm hauled up, up, up, into air and rain and noise. I hit the rocks on my hands and knees and vomit half the lake. And Damiano Vitale, soaked through,...