Chapter 9 - The Highway Crash
The impact threw me violently forward against the seatbelt.
The heavy truck swerved across two lanes of traffic, tires screeching against the asphalt.
I gripped the steering wheel with everything I had, fighting to keep the vehicle from flipping over.
The black SUV pulled up beside me, and the driver aggressively jerked his wheel toward my door.
Metal slammed against metal, sending a shower of bright sparks into the dark night.
I slammed on the brakes, causing the SUV to shoot past me and lose control.
The SUV spun out, crashing heavily into the concrete median barrier with a deafening crunch.
I didn't stop to check on the driver.
I pulled into a crowded, brightly lit gas station and immediately called the FBI.
I told them I had the physical evidence of massive federal wire fraud and an attempted murder.
The next morning, Jessica used the physical documents to secure an emergency federal injunction.
My foreclosure was halted instantly, and the FBI fast-tracked massive arrest warrants for my mother and sister.
The fake wedding was scheduled to begin at two o'clock in the afternoon at a lavish local church.
I walked through the heavy wooden doors of the sanctuary just as the organ music began to play.
I was flanked by six heavily armed federal agents wearing tactical gear.
Beth was walking down the aisle in a white dress, completely freezing when she saw us.
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My mother turned around from the front pew, her eyes wide with absolute, unadulterated fury.
She reached into her expensive designer purse and pulled out a silver handgun, aiming it directly at my face.
