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Beckett rolled a blade of grass between his fingers. The bottom of the stem was full and round, and the blade fluttered when he spun it again. Grasping the two pieces, he pulled slowly, trying to get the whole blade off the stem before it broke.
“Damn.” It tore, so he tossed the grass down on the field and pursed his lips, looking for another one. A foot kicked his hip, rolling from his belly to his side.
“What are you doing?”
“Dying of boredom.” Beckett squinted up at the dark shape, the sun burning his eyes so they watered.
What the hell’s going on?
Our car came to a halt. Not surprising, since I had a feeling we just blew out four tires, as did the rest. Everything had happened too quickly to alert the cars behind us, so add two more vehicles to the list of disabled cars by the side of the road. I was grateful that the slow speed at which we’d been traveling had prevented anything worse from happening, as did the presence of the grassy field in which we’d all rolled.
But the question remained—who had done this and why?
Ethan turned toward