At the last possible moment, Justin stuck his sword into the side of the ship and felt the sudden jerk and then the steady drag as the ship’s momentum carried them out from beneath the bridge.

Justin dug his claw hand into the steel as if it was no more than cardboard and climbed the side, stabbing with his sword, biting into steel with his pincer, Erin O’Day clinging to him like that blond girl in the King Kong movie. They spilled, wet, freezing, numb, and stunned, onto the deck of the ship between two stacks of containers. A black Prius lay upside down, its windshield shattered, the small Uber sign still in place.


Monster, Chapter 11