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Gia climbed into the Tahoe, stomach unsettled as they pulled away.
She’ll be fine.
The unease nagging at Gia’s brain was something different. Something Keough’s mother had said to her.
What was it?
She stared out the window at her friend until Jennie and her red truck disappeared from view.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Uneaseprickledatthebase of Caleb’s skull as he sat next to Zach on the drive to the clinic. Bony fingers tapped out a message he couldn’t decode.
Potholes forced Zach to move at a crawl, careful not to jostle the injured teens more than necessary.
Gia suddenly gripped his shoulder from the back seat. “Keogh’s mother said there was another car involved. An SUV.”
Zach muttered a low curse.
Caleb twisted, catching the eye of the girl cradling her fractured wrist. “What happened?”
The girl, Mckayla, hesitated, glancing at Zach. “We were out just having fun, ya know? Keough was on his way to pick up Zoey, his girlfriend, when this silver SUV flew up behind us.”
“Silver, you’re sure?” Caleb questioned. “Did you catch the model?”
The girl shrugged.
“GMC.” The boy with the broken leg piped up. “It was on the grille.”
Caleb’s pulse ticked up.Silver GMC.
“Did you see the driver?” he pressed.
“Not really. It happened so fast. There was someone in the passenger seat.” Mckayla looked at her friends for confirmation.
They nodded.
Zach called it in. “Dispatch, Unit One, we have a ten-fifty-seven, hit-and-run. Vehicle involved is a silver GMC SUV. Driver fled the scene.”
He shot Caleb a grim look. “Be advised—it may be the same SUV from yesterday’s drive-by.”
Gia gasped. “Jennie.”
They reached the paved road. Zach gunned the motor and tore off, sirens blaring, for the clinic.
“If they didn’t circle back while we were there, they’re long gone.” Caleb didn’t believe it, not really, but he said it anyway. “Any other units close?”
“No. We’re spread thin,” Zach said. He glanced at Gia in the rearview mirror. “Text Jennie. We don’t want to alarm her, but tell her if a silver GMC shows up, lock her doors and call me.”
Gia whipped out her cell, her thumbs moving rapidly over the screen.
The clinic came into view up ahead.
Caleb was out of the vehicle as soon as it stopped. He opened Gia’s door. “She’ll be okay.” The words rang hollow.
“I sent the text.” Her brows furrowed. “But I’m not sure it went through. Maybe now that we’re on Wi-Fi.”
Inside the clinic, frantic parents swarmed them. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as nurses converged on the chaos.