Page 41 of Killer Blonde

The car was moving.

It was moving and I was trapped in the trunk.

Oh, shit!

Double shit!

I told myself to breathe and think.

There had to be an emergency latch somewhere.

My fingers fumbled blindly in front of me until I came into contact with the edge of the trunk. I searched quietly trying to feel around and then I was pretty sure I found what I was looking for. Only, as my luck would have it, there was nothing but a tiny bit of cord. Not even enough for me to grab and pull. Believe me, I tried. My fingers kept slipping off of it every time I tried to pinch it and pull.

How fast were we going? It felt like it was too fast for the streets of the city. My body rocked as whoever was driving swerved in and out of the traffic. Or so I assumed, it wasn’t like I could see a damn thing.

Just when I thought my nightmare was over, I was thrown into a new one.

Yeah, okay.

Seemed about right for my life.

I should write a book.

I wonder if anyone would read it?

I shook my head thinking how no one wanted to read about that much drama in one book. Well, maybe… if I put in all the parts about the hot, meaningless sex I’d had before. But did I really want to talk about all that when I was so desperate to find something real?

What the hell was I going on about?

I wasn’t going to write a book.

“Let me out, you sick son of a bitch!” I screamed and started pounding on anything that I could. Maybe someone would notice and…and what?We were moving, it wasn’t like they could pop the trunk to let me out.

“Jessica.” I heard my name muffled but with a sense of something strange. Like he knew me. But that couldn’t be. I didn’t recognize that voice at all. “Listen to me. I’m a friend of Silas. He wanted me to get you out. I’m taking you to him but I had to make it look like you were abducted.”

“Um, okay,” I said when really I wanted to be likebut why?

“We’re far enough away now, you can push on the seat and crawl through.”

I swallowed hard and did just that, not-so-gracefully falling into the backseat.

“Should I stay back here or come up there with you?” I asked as I fixed the folded down seat.

“You can come up here if you want to. Don’t expect too much, I’m not a big talker.” There wasn’t a hint in his tone that suggested he was joking.

Oh, and I quickly learned that he wasn’t.

The next hour went by in silence even though I had so many questions bouncing around in my head.

Finally, I broke the silence because I wasn’t able to take it any longer.

“So, what do I call you?”

“Everyone calls me The Hunter.”

“The Hunter?”

What the hell does that even mean? And who is everyone?