Outside, Jason was bending down in front of the cruiser.

“Let’s get out and run,” yelled Halo, amazed that she was now calling the shots. What kind of cop was this guy? “Go!”

The world outside the car shifted dramatically.

Halo felt her center of gravity moving and quickly realized that it was the vehicle, not the surroundings, which were tilting. She peered out through the gore-splattered windshield to see that the hood was rising up Jason’s body.

“Oh God,” said Mahler, his voice now female operatic. “He’s gonna flip us!”

Halo frantically twisted her car door handle and felt the exit pop open an inch. Then everything spun around.

Jason rose stiffly to his full height, bringing the cruiser up with him. He watched, entranced, as the metal box swung into the air, slowly becoming a vertical structure, resting on its back bumper. Screams issued from within, like kids on a fairground ride. Momentum did the rest. The police car teetered, then continued to tumble backwards. It landed on its roof with a savage rending of metal and glass.

Chapter 14, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat