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My arms and legs moved out, finding the borders of the trunk.
But something was wrong.
It wasn’t that weird, scratchy material that you always found in trunks that grazed the palms of my hands.
Oh, no.
It was hard and cold and… cylindrical.
My hands moved along the side of the trunk, finding more of them. Bars. They were bars.
Panic welled in my system.
Because all true crime girlies knew there were a few ways out of a trunk.
One, you pull the lever.
I felt around, but it wasn’t there.
Two, you pushed at the back seats to see if they folded down for an easy escape.
And three, you kicked out the tail light, and threw your hand out to hope to alert another driver to your being inside.
The problem was, I couldn’t do two or three with the bars closing me in.
The bars were below me as well. The source of the pain in my shoulder.
I rolled onto my back, feeling my heartbeat quicken and my breath get faster and more shallow.
Panic, I knew, would get me nowhere.
I had to calm down, to focus.
There was still a chance to survive this.
Ihadto survive this.
I had to get back to Wells, to the relationship we were starting to build, to the life I was hoping to build with him.
I sucked in a slow, deep breath through my nose, holding it, then slowly releasing it. It caught on a gasp a few times, but slowly but surely, I felt my heartbeat slow and my chest loosen up.
Okay.
I couldn’t escape the trunk.
That didn’t mean I was helpless.
Maybe I could get one of the bars loose to use as a weapon.
Mind set to that, I started reaching around with both hands, tugging at each bar, but finding them all tightly fused into whatever frame this damn cage had.
Okay.
Alright.
What did I have on me?
I was in my work uniform. Which meant khaki pants, a scrub top with my name embroidered into it, and sneakers.
