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You did a good thing, now please stop squealing,” I said, laughing. I could have sworn I heard her jumping up and down on the other end of the call.
    “I can’t wait to see you two together,” she said. I laughed, noting vaguely as a shadow passed me in the reflection of the window.
    “I’m about to drive home, I’ll...” There was a thump of sorts, and then a sudden and dull ache in the back of my head as the phone slipped from my grasp, forgotten. My legs gave way beneath me as the shadow stood over me, something that reflected the streetlight in its hand. Then, before I could even voice an objection, my consciousness left me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
    I felt jostled around a bit.  It took a moment for me to realize that I was lying gagged and bound across the backseat of an unfamiliar car. The jostling was the driving. Apparently the person in the driver’s seat wasn’t remotely interested in giving me a smooth ride. I waited through a few stops of the car, trying to see out of the windows as much as I could with my vision still swimming a bit. It looked like the stops were red lights at intersections, but I couldn’t find anything to clue me in as to where we were.
    I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing pulse. It thundered through me so loudly that I was afraid that the man might hear it and know that I was awake before I was ready for that. I had to get someone’s attention. I had to tell someone what was happening to me and pray that they did something.
    All I needed was one more stop.
    The car slowed to a halt. That was my cue. I screamed around the gag stuffed in my mouth, kicking my feet against the window of the backdoor as hard as I could in the hopes that someone would hear or see and call the police.  But it didn’t last long. A gun barrel appeared inches from my face.
    “Listen, little lady, I just got the car detailed. If you piss me off and I shoot you, your blood might stain the seats and all that cleaning will have been for nothing. But if you don’t shut up and behave, I will risk it. Calm down or I will put a bullet through you, so help me,” the man snarled.  I didn’t recognize his face or his voice, and his hand was trembling. The last thing I needed was a man with shaky hands pointing a gun at me.
    “Why did you kidnap me?” I said, though around the gag it came out like a bunch of whiney grunts.
    “Last warning, blondie. Shut it,” he said, hesitating a few moments for effect, then turning and beginning to drive again.
    My heart thundered in my chest as tears began to run down my face. Where was he taking me? And why? I should have taken Joey’s offer to walk me to the car when I left.  I wondered if he’d seen what happened. I prayed that he’d seen. Or that Isobel had realized something was wrong. Anyone...
    Help.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
    T he world sped past as I lay there, terrified into silence by the driver of the car and his gun, which he didn’t look to have an issue using on me.  Tears ran down my face and onto the car seat below me as he hummed happily in the front, as if he didn’t have a woman tied up in his back seat.
    When the car finally came to a stop, it was followed by the engine of the car being turned off; he got out quickly and I watched his shadowy figure in the inky darkness as he walked to the back door and pulled it open.
    “I’d advise you not to try anything stupid, blondie,” the man hissed as he pressed the barrel of the gun against my cheek for effect. It wasn’t really necessary, as I was plenty scared already.
    He hoisted me out of the car and tossed me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes before giving the car door a shove closed and walking calmly to the front door of what I could now see was a home in a quiet, middle-class neighborhood, though I still had no idea where.
    He stepped inside and turned on a few lights, with me still over his shoulder. The home was nice, well furnished, nothing that screamed “I’m a