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The approaching bright lights blinded Danielle as she looked out of her rear view mirror. Fear consumed her, and her heart bounded in her chest. She was certain she was being followed. She drove her Jetta quickly down Broad Street, made a left turn over to Marshall Street, and pulled in behind a historic church on Leigh Street. She cut her lights off and pulled in the furthest corner of the parking lot. Sure enough, the car turned as well. It was a late-model black sedan, but she couldn’t make out the license plate. The car continued down the street, driving slowly, looking for her as she huddled down in her seat at the far end of the church parking lot.
Danielle’s chest hurt from the pounding of her heart as she fumbled through her purse for the business card of the lady she’d met earlier that day ...the one she’d met when she’d been crying in her car outside Dude’s office, after Tilda had chewed her out for nothing at all and said her work was unsatisfactory.
She couldn’t find it, and dug deeper into her purse. Her anxiety skyrocketed. Where’d she put it? She couldn’t call in to her boss. They’d never be able to help her. She was too far away. Her home in Maryland was over three hours away. She should’ve never agreed to this assignment. Danielle’s heart thudded in her chest. She could hardly breathe she was so scared. She saw the black sedan’s headlights headed toward her.
She ducked down in her seat to hide and saw Michaela’s card on the console. She grabbed it and punched the numbers into her cell. Voicemail picked up on the third ring. “Hello, this is Michaela McPherson. Leave a message and I’ll get right back.”
“It’s Danielle. We met today. Help me. Someone is after ...”
Danielle screamed as someone broke her car window with a pistol, unlocked her door, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her out of the car. Pain and darkness. That’s the last thing the young woman remembered.