“I’m back live, and we decided to drive around a bit to give you a better look at what’s happening around us. I have the window rolled down because we can hear the limbs on the trees breaking along the street as we drive.”

“Oh, darlin’, be careful,” Da murmurs from beside me.

“If you listen carefully, you can hear the popping,” she continues. “But what’s incredibly fascinating to me is the speed at which this happened. It honestly looked like Elsa threw up her hands, and everything suddenly froze. Look at that sheet of ice on the road before us.”

They’re traveling on a bridge extending over the interstate.

“There are very few cars below us on the freeway, but…oh my goodness, look! That car is skidding, clearly going way too fast. And whoa, you guys, he’s now spinning in a complete circle. Oh, God!”

Before our eyes, the van she’s traveling in begins sliding out of control. Izzy shrieks, and the man driving yells, “Hold on!” as they suddenly hit the guardrail.

The feed goes black. Everyone in the pub gasps.

“Oh my, it looks like the storm chaser van just got into a bit of trouble, but don’t worry, folks, I’m sure they’re just fine.”

“What just fucking happened?” I demand, staring at the TV. “Did she just fall over to the freeway below?”

“No.” Shawn’s still standing next to me, cool and calm. “No, the guardrail stopped them. They weren’t going that fast.”

“The rail fell,” Maggie says, her eyes wide. “Didn’t you see it before it went dark? The rail fell, and it looked like—”

“Stop talking,” Kane says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Izzy is perfectly fine.”

“Of course, she is,” Maggie agrees.

But I saw it, too. “She went over.”

I reach for my phone and immediately dial her number. It goes to voicemail.

“I can’t reach her.”

“It’s been seconds,” Da reminds me. “Give it a beat. Look, they’re coming back on.”

“Welcome back to news at six. We are still trying to make contact with Izzy in the storm chaser van. We’re not sure what the status is, but we have emergency personnel on the way to their location. We will update you when we have more information.”

“Such a scary situation, Bob, and proof of just how dangerous it is down there right now. If you’re in Portland tonight, hunker down and stay safe.”

“I need to get to her.” I pace behind the bar. “Who do we know with a private plane? Luke?”

“You can’t go down there in the storm,” Shawn says. “Keegan, she’s going to be just fine. We’ll know more in a few minutes. I’ll bet she calls any second.”

“She’s pregnant,” I blurt out. “It’s both of them that I’m worried about.”