Ultimate Terror

It took ten more tries before he finally spied a tiny flashing light in the deep grass. He picked up the phone and held it tightly in his hand. "Hey, O'Brien, I found it!" he cried out. Hank didn't believe in magical thinking, but something about holding the tiny electronic gadget in his hand made him feel connected, as if Peter were sending him a message. It was the first positive feeling Hank had had since Peter's alarming call.Hank stuffed the phone in his pants pocket and ran back to the shoulder of the highway. A black sedan came speeding up behind him. He stepped back to let it go by. Instead the driver braked hard and swerved onto the shoulder in front of him. A hooded figure jumped out from the backseat and lunged at him. Hank raised his left arm and whipped his forearm against the man's throat. The attacker grunted and fell backward. Hank raced toward his car, but he wasn't fast enough.