“I must have been doing 120, 125 when I started to feel the wheel fight me. Snarling, I pulled too hard. The wheels bit into gravel and the rubber screamed its fury—and then the sky spun under the wheels, and I realized that if I died at this moment, my only real regret wasn’t Binofsky escaping along with the last surviving evidence of the conspiracy; it was that Niles would never know I didn’t hate him for his betrayal, that I understood what pushed him into it.

“And then came the impact.”

See also IBCRSBWR 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6