Maddie may have taken my favorite car, but it’s not the only fast vehicle I own. And taking the last turn onto Maddie’s street, I’m thankful for that fact. Because a drive that should take 25 minutes just took me 12. Flying up her driveway, I slam my car into park, yank the key free, and let my long strides eat up the distance to the door. There’re no emergency vehicles, or signs of disturbance, but that’s hardly a comfort. I heard her scream on the phone. I know something’s wrong. “Maddie!” I shout her name even as I pound on her front door. No answer. No sign of movement. I slam my fist
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