Why?
The first scattered drops of rain spattered the windshield. The road ahead was spotted. But they weren't yet in full rain.
The blue truck dropped even farther back now.
They came around a curve, and immediately ahead of them saw a big silver eighteen-wheeler, with a big trailer. It was rumbling slowly along the road, not going more than thirty miles an hour. On its back doors it said, "A&P."
"Oh shit," Evans said. In the back mirror, they saw the blue truck, still following. "They've got us front and back."
He swerved out, trying to pass the big trailer, but as soon as he did, the driver moved toward the center of the road. Evans immediately fell back.
"We're trapped," he said.
"I don't know," she said. "I don't get it."
The trailer blocked them at the front, but behind them the blue truck was farther back than ever, several hundred yards down the road.
She was still puzzling over this situation when a bolt of lightning crashed down at the side of the road as they drove past. It couldn't have been more than ten yards away, a white-hot, dazzling blast of light and sound. They both jumped.
"Jesus, that was close," Evans said.
"Yes..."
"I've never seen one that close."
Before she could answer, a second bolt crashed down, directly in front of them. The sound was explosive; Evans swerved involuntarily, even though the bolt was gone.
"Holy shit."
By then Sarah had a suspicion, just as the third bolt hit the car itself, a deafening crash and a sudden pressure that made knife pains in her ears and a blast of white that enveloped the car. Evans screamed in fear and let go of the wheel; Sarah grabbed it and straightened the car in the road.
A fourth bolt smashed down by the driver's side, just inches from the car. The driver's-side window cracked and splintered.
"Holy shit," Evans was saying. "Holy shit! What is this?"
To Sarah, it was only too obvious.
They were attracting lightning.
The next bolt cracked down, and was immediately followed by another, which smashed into the hood and spread burning white, jagged fingers over the car, and then was gone. There was a huge black indentation in the hood.
"I can't do this," Evans was saying. "I can't, I can't do this."
"Drive, Peter," Sarah said, grabbing his arm and squeezing hard."Drive."
Two more bolts hit them, in rapid succession. Sarah smelled the odor of something burning--she wasn't sure what. But now she understood why they had been so gently rammed.
The blue pickup had stuck something onto their car. Some kind of electronic thing. And it was drawing the lightning to them.
"What do we do? What do we do?" Evans was whimpering. He howled as each new bolt struck.
But they were trapped, driving on a narrow road, hemmed in by dense pine forest on both sides of the road...
Something she should know.
Forest...What about the forest?
A lightning bolt cracked the rear window with explosive force. Another bolt struck them so hard it bounced the car on the macadam, as if it had been hit by a hammer.
"The hell with this," Evans said, and spun the wheel, turning off the highway and onto a dirt track in the forest. Sarah saw a sign flash by, the name of a town on a battered post. They were plunged into near darkness under the huge, green pines. But the lightning immediately stopped.
Of course, she thought. The trees.
Even if their car was attracting lightning, it would strike the taller trees first.
A moment later, it did. They heard a sharp crack just behind them, and lightning flashed down the side of a tall pine, splitting the trunk open with what looked like steam and bursting the tree into flames.
"We're going to start a forest fire."
"I don't care," Evans said. He was driving fast. The vehicle was bouncing over the dirt road, but it was an SUV and it rode high so Sarah knew they would be all right.
Looking back, she saw the tree burning, and the fire spreading laterally in fingers along the ground.
Kenner on the radio: "Sarah, what's happening?"
"We had to leave the road. We're being struck by lightning."
"A lot!" Evans yelled. "All the time!"
"Find the attractor," Kenner said.
"I think it's attached to the car," Sarah said. As she spoke, a bolt smashed down on the road just ahead of them. The glare was so bright she saw green streaks before her eyes.
"Then dump the car," Kenner said. "Go out as low as you can."
He clicked off. Evans continued to race forward, the SUV bouncing on the ruts. "I don't want to leave," he said. "I think we're safer inside. They always say don't leave your car because you're safer inside. The rubber tires insulate you."
"But something's on fire," she said, sniffing.
The car jolted and bounced. Sarah tried to keep her balance, just holding onto her seat, not touching the metal of the doors.
"I don't care, I think we should stay," Evans said.