TITLE: The Mistake
GENRE: Adult thriller
Sam Moranga began self-medicating at Mile Marker 18. His right hand was coated to the wrist with bright yellow rubberized plastic intended for tool handles. He raised the joint to his lips while his bright yellow left fingers spun the wheel on the lighter his father had given him when he turned fourteen. He inhaled deeply and held the smoke for a full sixty seconds. As he slowly exhaled a sweet-smelling white cloud, he slid his foot off the accelerator and coasted just past Mile Marker 13. He turned right, drove half a mile up the unmapped dirt logging road to the fire cut that gave him a clear view of the road two point six miles back where he’d come from. He U-turned, aiming his truck downhill. He set the parking brake, took another long, satisfying drag, put his medicine back in the metal pill box, and slid the box into his shirt pocket.
Then he put on his crash helmet.
Sam had stolen the F-150, the most popular vehicle in America, from a construction site down in Virginia. The winch protruded from the front like an ancient Greek battering ram. He figured it would more than compensate for the dozen airbags inside the brand-new 2007 Lexus LS 460 he was about to collide with.
According to the readout on his equipment, his target’s vehicle was five miles out, traveling at sixty-two miles per hour. A little slower than planned.
Which meant she’d live maybe three seconds longer than expected.