Shock and anger sliced through me. I felt my hands curl tightly around the steering wheel. Charming had threatened her, but part of me thought he wouldn’t do it. I didn’t think he would go against G.R. like that.
My thinking got my Target kidnapped.
“How long ago was he here?”
“An hour ago. Maybe more.”
“Get back,” I growled.
She barely stepped out of the way as I burned rubber all the way down the street.
Chapter Forty-Eight
“Trapped - in a tight corner, in a tight spot, with your back to the wall.”
Piper
I opened my eyes and then blinked to be sure they really were open. It was so dark here that for a minute I was fooled into thinking I really hadn’t opened them. I felt disoriented and confused, not really understanding what was happening. Then in a rush of panic and memory it all came back. The man with the gun, Frankie, and the dogs. He’d hit me and then put me here.
But where was here?
I stretched out my arm to see if I could feel anything and it very quickly hit against something solid covered in a fine, rough carpet. I was lying on my side and I rolled onto my back and reached up, hitting a very low ceiling… It wasn’t a ceiling.
It was a trunk.
He locked me up inside the trunk of his car.
I bit back the panic that immediately tried to grab hold. Panic wouldn’t help me now and hyperventilating would only reduce my oxygen supply. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to take a deep breath, and then I thought of somewhere else, somewhere I would rather be.
A vision of the northern lights flashed through my mind and the memory of lying against the snow so close to Dex calmed me.That’s where I’d rather be.
I had to be calm and rational about this. I couldn’t fall apart. If I died, Frankie would never forgive me.
Feeling more in control I opened my eyes. There had to be a way out of here.
I thought back to the features of the car. It was a newer car and newer cars all had safety latches in the trunks. If I could find it, I could get out and run for help.
I began running my hands along the sides of the trunk, looking for a button or a handle, anything I could use to set myself free. At times, I had to stop and remind myself not to panic. This tiny enclosed space made it really hard to breathe. After a few minutes of futile searching, I let out a frustrated cry and let my head fall to the side.
That’s when I saw it.
There was a very faint glowing just past the center (or what I thought was the center) of the side. It was shaped kind of like a handle.It must be glow-in-the-dark,I thought as I reached for the handle, hope bubbling up inside me.
Then from outside the car I heard a sound. A slam. Then the engine started and the car began to move. He was driving off, taking me somewhere he could probably kill me and then hide my body.
Chapter Forty-Nine
“Anger - A strong feeling of displeasure or hostility.”
Dex
As soon as Piper’s building was out of sight, my cell phone rang. It was Storm. “Tell me you know where she is,” I said as soon as I answered the call.
“He stuffed her in the trunk of a white car,” he said. “He’s driving now.”
“Is she dead?” I asked, the words sticking in my throat. The vivid image of Charming shutting up her dead body in his trunk flashed before my eyes.
“No. Not yet. But he hit her in the head with his gun and knocked her out.”
