Chapter 19

Nineteen

B lake

I realize I’m still in the trunk of a car when I’m jostled awake by the sudden slamming of brakes. No telling how long I’ve been here.

My hands are tied behind me with duct tape soI try to work my hands loose. When that doesn’t work, I squirm until my head covering comes off, then kick at the taillights as hard as I can until one breaks, hoping that it’s enough for another driver to notice and call the police.

But when the lid of the trunk flies open, I realize my efforts were in vain. The two thugs pull me out of the trunk and toss me to the dirt. They’re going to go ahead and kill me now.