
Kelly had one arm around my waist and one hand on the roll bar, and that felt great. I had my arm around her, too. The wind and the spray blew through her hair and she looked great in the moonlight. Dak was staying close to the water and far from the dunes, because the soft, rolling sands were where nighttime lovers liked to spread their blankets.
Life seemed just about perfect. And that’s when we ran over the guy.
He looked like a piece of driftwood when I first saw him. He was lying on his back looking up at the stars, or what few stars you could see with all the lights of Cocoa Beach behind us. I saw him turn his head and squint against the bright headlights.
Kelly saw him the same time I did, and she shouted something and started pounding on the roof. I looked down.
Alicia straightened up-
Dak glanced up at me-
Kelly hit the roof even harder-
Dak looked forward… mouthed an obscenity… slammed on the brakes.
Blue Thunder’s wheels locked and we began to skid sideways. Dak corrected. He had us straightened out again when we ran over the man’s legs.
We came to a stop. The truck’s engine died and for a moment there was only the sound of the surf. Then everyone started shouting at once.
I don’t remember what anyone said. It wasn’t anything terribly smart, I know that. We were scared.
Kelly and I jumped out of the pickup bed and hurried around to the side of the truck. Dak had his door open, but that seemed to be as far [15] as he could go. He had his arms over the steering wheel and his head buried in his arms. He was shaking.
