Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Ethan let out a nervous laugh. “Come on, man. You sound
like my mom.”
“Winter?” The cop spoke up. “Everything okay?”
Heat brushed the side of my face. He had his flashlight on
me.
I nodded quickly. “Yeah, we’re fine.”
But my hands started shaking. We shouldn’t have stopped.
If we’d just been able to get down into the village, around
people…
“Can you pop the trunk for us?” the cop asked, his tone
clipped. “You have a bulb out. I’ll check it.”
Us. There were two of them.
“I do?” Ethan shifted in his seat again. “That’s weird.”
The trunk popped open, and Ethan exhaled as I waited
quietly, still feeling the heat of the flashlight.
“If you see any bodies back there, they’re not mine!”
Ethan called back to the second cop at his trunk, joking.
The car shifted under me a little as the second officer
fumbled around at the rear, and I clasped my hands together.
“Congratulations to your sister, Winter,” the officer still at
the window said. “Looks like your family’s luck is improving.
You must be grateful.”
I pursed my lips.
“So where are you two going?” he asked.
“To my apartment in the city,” Ethan replied.
There was a pause, the heat left my cheek, and then he
continued, “Planning on staying a while, Winter?” the officer
questioned. “Is that your bag in the backseat?”
I swallowed, my heart suddenly hammering.
And then I hear the officer’s low, taunting voice. “Tsk-tsktsk…
Damon won’t like that.”
I turned my face away, out my window. Shit. I knew it.