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“Almost there,” Riley lied, squinting at the crumbling road sign: Next Gas 47 Miles.

Jamie fumbled, pulled his camping lighter from his pocket. Riley threw the bottle into the fuel tank’s open valve. Jamie flicked the lighter. The flame caught the trail of black ichor—which burned like gasoline. Jeepers Creepers

“…Jeepers creepers, where’d ya get those eyes?” “Almost there,” Riley lied, squinting at the crumbling

Riley kicked, clawed, bit. Nothing. Its grip was iron. She felt her vision narrowing to a tunnel. In that fading light, she saw the creature’s back—the patches on its wings. One was a piece of a high school letterman jacket. Another was a scrap of a police uniform. The third was a square of orange cloth. Prison issue. ” Riley lied