A thundering crash drowns out whatever Olaf was saying. I hear it from the road behind me and through the speaker, the sheer volume making my phone crackle.
“Prygat!” someone yells from inside Olaf’s jeep as I watch it veer violently to the side in my rearview mirror.
“Oh my God!” Misha yelps, almost dropping my phone. “They just rammed into Olaf’s—holy hell—they just did it again!”
The sound of crunching metal is deafening. I want to plug my ears, close my eyes, but I keep a firm grip on the steering wheel.
My babies are in this car.
“Keep driving, Natalia!” Olaf bellows. “Try to catch up with Leif. He shouldn’t be that far ahead of you!”
Then the line goes dead.
“Hold on!” With my heart pounding like a jackhammer, I mash the accelerator. We rip forward, but I’ve completely lost si
