[ THE EXCITING STUFF BEGINS IN CHAP 4 ] It was actually beautiful. We were at an almost ninety-degree angle, like a slanted “V”, and wedged in good and tight. My car was now in front of the bag-throwing car. I was facing our side of the bridge, and they were facing the other. That also brought traffic to a dead stop on our side. That’ll make it easier, I thought, but realized that also left a lot of pissed off people behind me. I was gonna have to run through those people, and that included over the bag-throwing car. What if they had guns, Beth asked me later, but I didn’t even think of that. That was probably a good thing, because it would’ve just slowed me down. As soon as our cars hit the side of the bridge, I tried to open my door, but it was jammed shut. I climbed out my window and onto the roof, all the while, counting the seconds in my head. Eight seconds, nine seconds, ten seconds. * Burlap bags are not known for staying afloat very long, so as soon as I climbed on the roof, I took a quick look to see how far away the end of the bridge was, and it looked like it was miles away. My heart sank, but I didn’t give up. I jumped over to the bag-throwing- car’s roof and finally down to the ground. All the while, dodging the hands of the driver and passenger by stepping on them. After I hit the ground running, I heard a car door open behind me, and maybe two people getting out and taking off after me. That’s what it sounded like, but I didn’t care. I was fast, but would I be fast enough to save an animal’s life? That was the real problem, not the guys chasing me. Fourteen seconds, fifteen seconds, sixteen seconds. The guy in the car behind us, was now in front of me, and was also start- ing to get out of his car. I had to detour around his shotgun side, as the precious seconds ticked away in my head. << 1 of 5 | INTRODUCTION: 2 of 5 | 3 of 5 >>
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