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“My parent's gallery was on the edge of the town, and our house wasn't too far beyond that. My heart swelled when I thought of my family. I was so close it hurt. Zane stomped on the gas to plow through a yellow light. His reckless driving was going to get me killed … or save me. My eyes widened with hope. If he got pulled over, it all would end. I peered over at the speedometer; he was going ten over the limit. He glanced at me, following my eyes to the dash. He realized how fast he was going and let off the gas.
The hope in me died. Expecting him to make a wise-ass remark, a threat, or even reach over and hit me, I leaned back in the seat and waited. But he did nothing.
Time passed slowly, but I dreaded our destination. The more I thought about the implications of being recognized, the more I was certain I was going to die. I wondered how he would do it. Would it be fast, like an execution? That didn't seem to be Zane's style. There were so many ways to kill somebody. My gut twiste...d as I thought of the possibilities. The Camaro lurched to a stop in a familiar alley.MoreLess
The hope in me died. Expecting him to make a wise-ass remark, a threat, or even reach over and hit me, I leaned back in the seat and waited. But he did nothing.
Time passed slowly, but I dreaded our destination. The more I thought about the implications of being recognized, the more I was certain I was going to die. I wondered how he would do it. Would it be fast, like an execution? That didn't seem to be Zane's style. There were so many ways to kill somebody. My gut twiste...d as I thought of the possibilities. The Camaro lurched to a stop in a familiar alley.MoreLess
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