Trey clung to the oh-shit handle and offered up silent prayers they wouldn't meet any oncoming traffic. Casey made two more turns before she seemed to ease up a little.

"Where'd you learn to drive? Practicing for the Indy 500?"

She gave a short, dry laugh. "Scoff if you will, but I'll bet those suckers have no idea where we disappeared to."

"Are you kidding? We—you—left them out cold in the parking lot. I'd give a nickel to find out what happened when they came ...