Did you notice my daughter’s picture? Yep, she is here.
Hi, I am the daughter of the author. What am I doing here? I have a place here. In fact two places. What are they? This is a mystery series. You either have to figure it out or wait until it is reveled.
The car drove for a ways, then bounced horribly. Stopped. The engine turned off. Silence. The door opened. Silence. The door closed. Silence. Some gravel crunched.
Silence.
Oh, my God. I never told anybody where I am. The Langlins are in Europe. They won’t be thinking about me. They wont even want to think about me until they come back and I’ve proven myself innocent. The lawyer won’t think about me until I don’t show up for trial. Nobody knows where I went to but the lawyer. It will be days before anybody realizes I’m missing.
Oh, my God. Oh my God. The killer kidnapped me. The cops are going to think I skipped the country. It will be years before they find my body and the case is reopened because they find out their mistakes.
Oh, my God. They may never find my body. Oh, my God. They will never know who the real killer is. The Langlins, My mother, Auntie Em, they will all think I did it. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
OhMyGod!
After a few minutes, in the pitch black trunk, hearing nothing except her own thoughts and fears, panic engulfed L C. She began to kick her legs, buck her body, and make as much noise through her gag as she was able. The more she moved the more panic overtook her. Soon she was an unthinking mass of frantic movement and noise.
Then there was a solid banging on the back of the trunk.
L C froze. Both mind and body.
Silence.
She waited. She was sweating. Her breathing was ragged, almost hurting her nose as the drove in, out, in, out, in heaving blasts.
A voice came through the trunk. “Do you want me to beat you to a bloody pulp with a tire iron?”
Fear gutted her from the bottom of her stomach to her mouth.
“Answer me.”
Her first thought was, “How do I answer.” Her mouth was stuffed with something that prevented her from making intelligible sounds.
“If I open this trunk you will regret it.”
She yelled “NO!” as best she could through her gag.
“You make one more sound and I’m opening this trunk and beating you senseless so you can’t make any more sounds. Do you understand?”
Her mind raced. Is that a trick question? He just told me if I make one more sound he will beat me with a tire iron. Then he says make one more sound. What do I do? What do I do?
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“YES!” Losing control she fairly screamed the answer.
Silence.
Something scraped. She flinched thinking the trunk was going to open any second now. It didn’t.
It was dark. L C Was sweaty. She could smell her own fear. She began to shake. She was a tiny little girl again in a big dark bedroom, and there was something horrible in the closet. Daddy was gone and mommy was asleep and didn’t hear her.
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