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“Charlotte!” I hear Clarence shouting my name.
“Please call my husband, the police, anyone!” I beg the man. “That man wants to kill me! Don’t let him take me!”
The stranger starts to look worried and takes me to a corner of the road.
“What’s your husband’s name? I’ll call him.”
“Philip. McCoy. Philip McCoy.” The man gapes at me.
“You’re the woman from the news.” I see Clarence walking towards me from across the road, and I grip the stranger’s wrist.
“Don’t let him take me! Please!”
He gives me an uncertain look, but he too must have seen how maniacal Clarence looks, because he pushes me behind him.
“Look, man. Let’s just call the police and we can—”
I see Clarence lift his gun and I push the man out of the way as the gun goes off.
The burn in my arm tells me that it grazed me.
My hand is on my mace when Clarence rips it from my hands and grabs me by my injured arm menacingly.
“You’re coming with me.”
“No, I’m not!” I struggle in his hold.
“I’m calling the police,” the good Samaritan yells out as he gets up. “Leave that woman alone!”
Taking advantage of Clarence’s distraction, I knee him in the balls and watch him drop to the ground groaning.
Taking a step back, I break into a run, almost hitting a black Mercedes that stops just an inch away from me.
The man who emerges from the car, makes my knees weaken with relief.
I am wrapped in familiar arms as Philip dashes over to me.
“You’re okay! You’re okay. You’re fine. I’ve got you.” I shake my head.
“It’s Clarence. He—”
“We know,” came another familiar voice, and suddenly me and Philip are no longer being drenched by the rain. Zayn looks at me.
“Are you hurt?”
“My head. I think I hit it when the car totaled. I feel dizzy,” I mumble. Zayn glances at Philip.
“Maybe you should take her to a hospital. We’ll take care of the rest.” Philip nods, and herds me into the car,
his movements quick but gentle as he buckles me in. As he leans back, I grab his sleeve.
“Tim and Jim. They’re still there!” Philip brushes my cheek with the back of his fingers, a gentle caress.
“They’re fine. Ian’s with them.” He quickly slides behind the wheel after making sure I am secured, and drives off.
We drive in silence for a while, before I mumble, “I was so scared. He was going to give me to those loan sharks.”
Philip doesn’t take his eyes off the road, his hands tightening on the wheel until his knuckles are white.
