Chapter 5

The gear selector clicked.

The bus lurched. The heavy diesel engine groaned, the exhaust pipe spitting a thick plume into the rain, and then—slowly, agonizingly—the vehicle began to roll backward.

When the passenger door was level with the ramp, Luke hit the switch. It hissed open.

I stepped across the gap, but Harper stayed on the ramp, her eyes fixed on the bus.

"The bags come off first," I said, my voice cutting through the gale.

Luke reached for the nearest golf bag, his face tight. "They'll be ruined, April. Do you have any idea what these—"

"So was my…