Metal hitting bone is a dead, sickening sound. This is what Isaiah heard before he saw the man roll up over the hood of his car and slam into his windshield.
The rain fell in long sheets from the sky, covering the windshield. Outside it was dark, and Isaiah could see nothing as he peered into the blackness to see what had happened. He slammed on his brakes, and the Mercedes skidded to a halt several yards beyond the stop sign.