Young Adult Fiction
"You get my daughter pregnant and then tell me that you want to decide what's right for her future?" He was losing it. I could hear it in his voice.
A dhow, an open wooden boat about the same length as ours, is motoring alongside, thudding into our hull. From the edge of the sun, another boat hurtles toward us.
I sense the gunfire more than hear it.
Duncan is yelling at Mom, "Those are warning shots. Cut the engine! They won't hurt us if we cooperate."
I glance in the rearview mirror to check Cody's position. My heart drops into my shoes. Flashing red and blue.I watch in horror as the police cruiser tears out of the ditch in a spray of rocks and dirt. Instinctively, I downshift and jam the pedal to the floor.