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car, but the biker slumped, turning his front wheel wildly, and fell off the motorcycle.
    An angel holding a sword hovered where the biker had been a moment before, looking back as a cloud of black dust flew away on the wind.
    “Nice one, guys!” Jonah called up to the angels overhead.
    More angels descended to join the sword fight, trying to position themselves between the bikers and the Stones’ station wagon, but the Egyptians were tough and giving the angels all they could handle.
    “Benjamin!”
    Jonah looked ahead of the car. It was Henry, now flying directly in front of them.
    “Henry!” called Benjamin. “I see you! What’s going on?”
    “Follow me, Benjamin!” he called out, pointing ahead. “You’re going to have to trust me, okay?”
    Benjamin gave him a firm nod, gripping both hands tightly on the wheel and keeping the gas pedal pressed against the floor of the car.
    Suddenly, Henry veered off to the right. Benjamin turned the car sharply, leaving the pavement for a bumpy gravel road. The car bounced so hard that their heads crashed into the ceiling.
    “Sorry, guys! Hang on!” said their wild-eyed father, intent on following the angel. “Henry told me to stay with him!”
    Jonah thought the sign they passed said Peacefield City Dump, but he wasn’t sure. He was trying to get another shot off with an arrow, but there was such a battle going on between the angels and the Egyptians that he couldn’t get a clean shot. His dad’s quick turn had thrown their enemies off, though, and now they were a few feet behind the old wagon.
    When he heard his mother scream, his attention was drawn forward again.
    They were definitely at the city dump. Massive piles of garbage were visible now directly ahead of them.
    But Henry was waving his dad forward. And Benjamin wasn’t slowing down.
    “Benjamin!” said Eleanor. “We’re heading straight for—”
    “I know, Eleanor!” But he still didn’t slow down or turn.
    Then Jonah saw why she was screaming. An enormous mound of smashed metal cars, rusted red, loomed directly in front of them.
    Henry seemed to be leading them right toward it.
    Jonah and Eliza came back out of the hidden realm now, while Jeremiah was frozen in the seat next to them. Benjamin continued at top speed.
    Everything was happening so fast.
    Henry looked back at the angels this time, nodding once. Acting as one, they sheathed their swords and sped forward beside him.
    Sweat poured down Benjamin’s face, but he kept his focus straight ahead.
    “This is it, guys!” he said. “This is it!”
    Jonah braced himself for a crash. But instead, working so fast they were just a blur, the angels began pushing the cars aside for them. Jonah watched in total amazement as the mountain divided, right in two, and they drove down the middle, barely missing the cars in front of them. The angels held them back and, as soon as their wagon passed, let them go again.
    Right on top of the Egyptians.
    The clear path for the Stones’ car was there for only a flash. Behind them, the cars crashed back down on the ground.
    “Woo-hoo!” cried Benjamin.
    Jeremiah joined him with a fist pump. “Yes!”
    A few more seconds, and they were through the giant mountain of cars, the last one crashing down just behind them as an angel let it go.
    Finally, Benjamin took a cue from Henry and slowed the car down, and then stopped. Jonah went into the hidden realm once more but quickly returned.
    “They’re all gone,” he said, eyebrows raised. “Every one of them. Crushed in that mountain of cars. They must have been crushed and disintegrated.”
    “Just like . . . the Egyptians and the Red Sea,” Benjamin said, raising an eyebrow toward Eleanor.
    The angels stood in front of the car, giving the Stones a moment to catch their breath.
    Jonah breathed out heavily.
    Was this going to be their new life? On the run? Just like thoseancient Israelites? Were they going to be on Abaddon’s hit list for the rest of their