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That seemed sketchy. “My keys are on the floor back by the break room—”

“I grabbed them just before we came up here,” he said.

“Am I driving?” I asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

“No.”

We turned the corner to enter the side lot.

A dark haired woman stood on the sidewalk blocking the path to my Corolla. “Hello, Mickayla.”

I had a feeling I’d waited on her not too long ago, but I wasn’t entirely sure since I was preoccupied with Duane and his taser.

I rushed forward, grabbed her hands for a fleeting second, and spoke in a low voice. “Hi. You have to leave, but please, please call 911. Two people are hurt inside.”

She pulled her hands free. Her facial expression shifted from confusion to concern right before her eyes darted to the side. She gave a nervous smile. “I didn’t think you were serious about the plan you mentioned—”

I jumped when the electrodes flew at her. She stiffened grotesquely for a split second, then she fell to the ground.

Duane crouched and removed the electrodes from the woman. “Let’s go, Mickayla. I have one more charge. I’ll use it on you if I have to, but I’d hoped you’d be more cooperative.”

Shit.

He fobbed the locks on my car and shoved me toward the passenger door. I turned to face him, but he held the taser at the ready.

“Get in the car. Don’t piss me off. Sarah didn’t deserve that. It’s all your fault.”

Sarah? Tundra’s ex had the same name, but it had to be coincidence.

“How is it my fault?” I asked.

Duane looked at me like I was dim. “You’re the reason she lost her man.”

That long stare Sarah aimed my way when I introduced myself suddenly made sense.

“You almost look guilty, Mickayla. But not guilty enough.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked. Stalling outright, but also genuinely confused.

The wail of a siren could be heard in the distance.

Duane’s eyes hardened. “You did something.”

I shook my head. “No.”

He backhanded me with his free hand. My head whipped to the right, my left cheek stinging. I twisted back, but not fast enough. He had a hand to my throat. “Get in the fuckin’ car right now.”

I reached behind me and unlatched the door. “I-, I need to move forward,” I stammered.

He grinned maliciously before he pulled me by the neck toward him. The pungent aroma of body odor hit me and I forced myself not to grimace.

The sirens were coupled with the distinct sound a fire engine honking…but the sound grew fainter, indicating it was going the wrong way.

Dammit!

He let go of my neck, reached behind me, and yanked the door open. “Get in.”

I contemplated head-butting him.