“I was only ten minutes from work when I drove over a hill to find a fallen tree branch blocking my way. It wasn’t huge, something I knew I could move. I placed the shifter in park, put my flashers on, and cleared the road. When I returned to my car, I went to move the gearshift back into drive, but it wasn’t moving. I looked down to find my keys were out of the ignition. I searched the floor of my seat. There was no sign of them. It wasn’t until I sat back and looked in my rearview mirror that ...I realized where they’d gone. He was wearing a motorcycle helmet, a dark-tinted visor concealing his face. He lunged forward from the back seat, covering my mouth with his cigarette-smelling fingers, and handed me a note. It said, “I know you came into the house the night your father got what he deserved. You are to tell no one—whatever you saw.” I shook my head frantically, trying to sign no to the man. On the passenger seat was a pen.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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