Chapter 65

Leslie eased up a bit, her tone softening. "Are you okay?" Broderick nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." Leslie pushed open the car door and stepped out. Broderick followed her instantly. The driver still looked like he was scared half to death. Up ahead, the massive truck had crashed into the guardrail, its front end completely mangled. A big tree nearby had been completely uprooted. If that truck had slammed into their car... the consequences didn't even bear thinking about. Traffic was quickly turning into a mess. Leslie's sharp eyes caught sight of the truck driver trying to climb out, and her expression darkened. She strode over without hesitation. "Leslie! Come back!" Broderick called behind her. She didn't even flinch. In just a few strides, she was in front of the truck driver, who-miraculously unharmed-was already trying to bolt. Leslie grabbed something off the ground and chucked it at him. "Ow! Who threw that?!" the man barked angrily. "Your dad did," Leslie snapped back with fire in