“Get in the driver’s seat!” he yelled, his voice cracking with adrenaline. He shoved Danielle into the passenger side, then climbed into the back seat, leaning forward between the two front chairs. He pressed the hot, smoking barrel of the gun against the side of my neck.
“Start the car. Now!”
My hands shook so violently I could barely get the key into the ignition. On the third try, the engine roared to life. The headlights turned on automatically, illuminating the closed, solid wood garage door directly in front of us.
“Evan, please,” Danielle sobbed, her hands covering her face. “Please let us go. You can take the car, just go!”
“Shut up, Danielle! You brought this on us! You and your stupid note!” He pressed the gun harder into my flesh. “Mary, hit the gas. Take down the garage door. Do it now, or we all die in this car!”
Outside, in the distance, the faint, wailing sound of multiple police sirens began to echo through the neighborhood, growing louder and closer by the second. They were coming. But they wouldn’t be here in time.
I looked at the rearview mirror. Evan’s unblinking eyes stared back at me, devoid of any humanity. He meant it. He was going to kill us both.
I put my foot on the gas pedal. The engine revved.
But as I looked at the dashboard, I noticed something in the reflection of the headlights outside the passenger window. A shadow moving quickly down the side walkway of the house, heading straight for the garage’s side entry door.
It wasn’t a cop.
The figure outside had a crowbar, and they were prying open the side door.
Before I could shift the car into drive, the garage’s side door flew open with a loud splintering screech. A tall, heavily built man dressed entirely in black, wearing a tactical vest, stepped into the garage. He didn’t look like a police officer. He had no badge, no uniform.
Evan froze, his eyes darting from me to the newcomer.
“What the hell…” Evan muttered, swinging the gun away from my neck and pointing it toward the side door.
The man in black raised a suppressed rifle, his voice cold, calm, and terrifyingly familiar to Danielle.
“Hello, Evan,” the man in black said, his voice echoing in the enclosed garage. “I told you what would happen if you ever touched her again.”
Danielle gasped, her eyes widening in absolute shock. “You…”
Evan’s finger tightened on the trigger.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3…
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