The windshield and windows were still intact. The front end looked pretty bad, though, all crooked and crumpled.

Asher reached around his deflated air bag and started the car.

Or he tried to. All he raised was a click, after which the headlights went dark.

The whites of his eyes gleamed at her through the shadows. “Don’t worry. I’ll try again.” He said. He did. Another click. And again. More clicking, but not even a hint of a response from the engine.

“Uh-oh,” she said softly. ...