Too late. Officer Reilly made another hard turn, this time to the left, and I rocketed back across the seat and slammed into the opposite door. 

Officer Reilly shouted, “Hold on, kid! Here comes another one!” We turned hard again, but I was ready for this time. I put my feet up on the hump in the middle of the floor and braced myself. 

“Smart move, Lump!” Bones said, spinning around and giving me a thumbs up. When he turned back around, he yelped, “Officer Reilly!”

We had nearly hit a car coming from the other direction. Office Reilly stuck his head out the window and hollered, “Get off the road, you idiot!” 

“Officer Reilly!” Bones said again, in a strangely high-pitched voice. I wanted to tell Bones to shut his yapper and let the man drive, but I had to focus all my energy on not flying out the window. 

“OFFICER REILLY!” Bones yelped, pressing his hands against the dashboard, as if bracing for a collision. 

Then I saw what he was freaking out about. Up ahead an elderly woman was pushing a shopping cart across the crosswalk, and we were headed straight for her.

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