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Kelly looked again at the GPS fixed to the dashboard, which suddenly blinked to a blank screen.

“Don’t quit on me now,” she muttered, pushing down the panic at the thought of being lost in this maze of twists and turns. The sides were high, giving her the pinched, closed-in feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Stop being silly. You’re driving through a storm, that’s all.

Her stomach clenched into a tight ball as the storm let loose.

Frantically she yanked the wheel back and forth, to no avail. The water began to fill the canyon as if someone had turned on a giant faucet, causing the car to hydroplane. Willing herself not to scream, she wrenched ineffectively at the wheel. It began to turn in lazy circles until it smacked into a rocky projection and lodged there. Flash flood, of course.

She peered out the window, terrified to see the water rising steadily. It was cresting the bottom of the door and moving fast.

With fingers gone cold she unlocked the driver’s door and pushed.

Nothing.