Page 4 of Bishop's Flight
“Mom!”
Her breath caught and she jerked her wheel to the right, trying to avoid the oncoming headlights. The impact hit the car on the front edge of the minivan, and there was a popping sound in her ears as the airbags exploded and the car began to spin. She tried to right it, but everything was happening too fast.
No! Her babies! God, please no!
“Mommy?” Lucas was shrieking.
“It’s gonna be okay, baby!” It wasn’t going to be okay. “Mommy is here.”
Time seemed to slow. Rebecca felt someone grab her hand and looked over to see Jason sitting next to her in the car. “Jason?”
He squeezed her hand and smiled. “It’s going to be okay, Becca.”
The car was spinning, spinning, spinning. “The kids.”
“They’re going to be okay. I promise you.” He kept his hand in hers as the baby started to cry and Lucas’s voice grew panicked.
“Mommy!”
“It’s okay, baby!”
“Agnes and Rose will take care of them. They’re going to be safe.”
“Jason.” The darkness was approaching. She could see the wall of black as the car spun inevitably toward the overpass. “Jason.”
“It’s okay, Becca.” He was whispering. “I promise they’re going to be okay.”
“I love you so much.”
Everything went black.
Two
The old Volkswagen might not rattle when it drove down the highway, but it still bounced. The last pothole had nearly driven Brigid’s fangs through her lip.
“Mother of Divine Jaysis, will ya please slow down?” She glanced at her mate, who was hunched over the wheel of the old van, his back arched because he had to duck his head. “Carwyn, we need a new—”
“No.” He didn’t even let her finish. “I love this car.”
“You may have love for this car, but this car does not have love for you, my darling man.”
Brigid looked over her shoulder at Lee Whitehorn, their new chief of information security, who was sitting in the far back of the Volkswagen camper with a table folded out and his computer resting on it.
“Lee, don’t you think we need a new vehicle?”
“Switzerland.”
Brigid frowned. “What does that mean?”
“I’m Switzerland back here. It’s your car; I do not have an opinion as long as it has Wi-Fi.”
“Are you still working?”
“No, I’m gaming.”
Brigid had no idea how to speak to the man at times. It was as if he lived in an entirely different world. She didn’t speak code or gaming, and she had no idea what Discord was or why he liked it. It sounded stressful by the name alone.
“Oh my Christ, I’m becoming a crusty old vamp,” she muttered.
