The other cab door opened. A man climbed out—same jacket, same hat, same face. For a moment, Dan thought it was a mirror trick. But the man smiled, a calm, knowing smile.
“They always crash in the same spot,” the double said. “Every time they run the test.”
Dan stepped back, heart pounding. “What test?”
The double only pointed at the cracked cylinder, now humming again as the sun rose higher over the silent road.
