The Intuition - Debra Kayn Page 0,3

skidding into the gravel lot behind him. He grabbed Bonnie and lifted her off the ground while moving forward into the doorway of The shack.

He kept his arm in front of Bonnie, prohibiting her from leaving as he viewed the car flip onto its top before rocking to a stop.

"Oh, my God." Bonnie pushed against him. "We have to help them."

"Stay here. I'll check." He jogged over to the car, looking around the scene.

There were no cars on the main road. Most likely, the locals were at the school, picking up their children and the tourists were still out enjoying the mountains.

Hank ran over from the RV park. His MC brother hunkered down at the driver's side door.

"Watch yourself. There are too many people watching us." Speeder viewed the kids walking across the bridge, gawking at the car and pointing at the wreck.

"The door's jammed. We're going to have to tip the car." Hank straightened and met his gaze. "There's a woman inside."

Speeder, aware of the others gathering across the main road, stepped around Hank and leaned his back against the car. Then, bracing his boots in the gravel, he reached down and grabbed the frame, lifting the vehicle off the ground.

"Do it." He tilted the vehicle a few inches, making sure the door was free of the gravel, knowing Hank could open the door, no matter the impact on the metal.

They both possessed enhancements beyond the strength of normal humans. Along with superior hearing, sight, and highly tuned senses, they spent hours strengthening their bodies on top of the regime of drugs they took every day.

The door gave way with a heavy groan. "Got it."

He lowered the car. Everyone gathering twenty-five paces back stared but not at him. Instead, their attention went to the woman Hank had pulled out of the wreckage.

Stepping around the woman, he squatted to block most of the gawkers' view. "Is she unconscious or dead?"

Hank motioned to the woman's chest. Her breasts rose and fell, pressing against the tight material of her low-cut shirt. His gaze traveled up a slim neck. Blood ran down the side of her face from a wound on her forehead, mixing with her long dark hair.

Bonnie grabbed his arm. "I'll call the ambulance out of St. Maries."

"No need. She'll be fine." Hank held the injured woman against the front of him and looked at Speeder.

Without his MC brother saying anything, he knew what must be done. Speeder walked toward the growing crowd, recognizing some of the children mixed in with the adults. School was out.

"Everything is fine. Move on out," he shouted.

When the audience stayed, watching the activity, he lifted his chin, motioning for them to leave.

It took several minutes to break up the crowd—the children the last to leave. He looked around for his daughter, surprised she wasn't included in the mix.

He returned to Hank, finding Bonnie holding a wet cloth on the injured woman's forehead.

The woman blinked, trying to look at each of them. But there was a disconnection, as if she couldn't figure out where she was and what had happened. Her lack of communication more than likely came from shock.

"Take her to your house." Hank stood with the woman in his arms, passing her off to Speeder. "I'll go unhook the truck from the travel trailer. You can hold her and keep her still."

Left holding the woman, he walked toward the RV Park. Bonnie caught up with him, jogging to keep up with his longer strides.

"Speeder, I don't think she's okay." Bonnie hurried in front of him, bringing him to a stop. "She needs an ambulance."

"She'll be fine."

"Speeder." Bonnie's mouth tightened before she continued. "This isn't right."

"The closest ambulance is stationed in St. Maries. It'll be an hour before they could get here. I can fix the wound." Sensing Hank returning with the truck, he again looked around for Trina. "Let Trip know what happened."

"I will," said Bonnie, frowning.

"If you see Trina, make sure to tell her to come home."

Trina liked to hang around Zach, Bonnie's oldest son. So more than likely, the two kids were together.

"I'll see if I can track her down." Bonnie glanced at the woman.

He walked away, approaching the passenger side of the truck.

Highly aware of the injured woman, he stared straight ahead as he placed her on his lap.

As Hank crossed the main road, he glanced at Speeder. "Something's wrong."

There were numerous accidents in Avery Falls every year. Being a hub for recreational activities, the town experienced emergencies during tourist season.