Moments later, red and blue lights burst through the storm. Police cruisers skidded to a halt, doors slamming open as officers fanned out with flashlights and shouted commands. “Hands where we can see them!” “Step away from the vehicle!” Their voices echoed off the quarry walls.
Dan raised his hands and stumbled back from the cab. He was soaked, shaking, and his heart was still racing faster than the sirens. His boots slid in the mud as two officers guided him away from the truck. He didn’t resist, just breathed, long and uneven, like coming up for air.