But he didn’t stop. He started the engine and pulled out onto the road. The windshield wipers could barely keep up. Snow hammered against the glass like fists, and the narrow country road vanished every few seconds beneath a swirl of white.
Raymond leaned forward in his seat, squinting, knuckles white on the steering wheel. His back throbbed with every bump in the road. Whatever he’d done when he fell, it wasn’t minor. But there was no time to think about that now.