No Exit

by Taylor Adams

There’s . . . There’s a child locked inside this van.

Outside in a snow storm? And all of them are inside gallivanting.. definitely isn’t Ashley’s tho

“The other one keeps it in an orange box.” “Keeps it where?” “It used to be back here, but I think they moved it—” But Darby wasn’t listening. Jay’s little voice bled away, and in a flash of scalding panic, the prior sentence snagged in her brain and echoed: The other one keeps it in an orange box. The other one. The other one. The other one—

Lars stood in the doorway. Beside him, Ashley. The other one.

“No matter what you try, the monsters are going to do what they want.” Ashley

Hey, Ashley. How can you tell a nigger has been on your computer? How? Your computer’s missing. In the end, he’d simply liked Fat Kenny too much.

don’t trust them.

Darby whispered, “Don’t . . . don’t trust who?” Ed and Sandi? Jay didn’t answer. She just nodded her head in short motions.

“They’re here on purpose.” “What?” “They were looking for this rest stop. They were looking at maps today on the road, finding it—”

“Did they take your meds? When they took you?” Darby’s ears perked. Meds?

“I thought, at first, that I recognized that lady. Because she looks exactly like one of my school bus drivers.” All the way in San Diego.

liability. So we came up here to kill her after she gave us the key.

Brothers Garver

Garver Brothers?

If I fire Lars’s handgun, she realized with dawning horror, the muzzle blast could ignite the vapor in the air. The chain reaction would incinerate the entire room.

Sometimes God puts people exactly where they need to be. Even when they don’t know it.