Page 56 of The Survivor


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I wasn’t using all that knowledge I’d acquired to assess the situation, to see the things that I should have noticed.

Like I hadn’t gotten the usual text saying that my delivery was on the way, or the one saying it was arriving.

Like there were no bags by my door.

Like the man was still leaning over the trunk, a hat pulled low down over his face.

I reached for the insulated bag, and brought it out of the car with me as I moved out.

I was walking down the side of his very common silver sedan, opening my bag, my gaze turned down.

In fact, I didn’t lift it and look at the delivery guy until I was right at the back of his car.

My heart seized in my chest.

The over-garage light had him cast partly in shadow, but that wasn’t what made his features so crazy.

Oh, no.

That was the fact that he had something pulled down over his face, smushing his nose, making his features indistinguishable.

A stocking.

It was skin-tone and tight.

I sucked in a breath to scream before my body could even start to react, try to respond, to turn and run. To a neighbor. Down the street, praying Wells would see me and save me.

But before I could do any of that, there was a movement so fast that it blurred. Then pain.

Then… nothing.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Mari

The world came back to me slowly.

It was the pounding in my head at first.

Then the aching of my shoulder as it bounced hard against… something.

After that, the coppery scent of blood met my nose.

It wasn’t until I felt the sticky heat of it slide down my neck that I seemed to fully snap awake and back to reality.

The driveway.

The car.

The man with the hat and the stocking on his face.

The pain.

He’d hit me with something to knock me out.

The jostling I felt and the pain in my shoulder… that was because I was in the trunk.

Even before my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could tell I was in a small space.

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