Secret Delivery
Alana Davis checked the rearview mirror again. The dark-colored car was still following her.
"Oh, God," she mumbled.
It couldn't be the security guard. It just couldn't be. Because if he'd managed to catch up with her, Alana figured this time he would kill her.
She couldn't stop, not even to find a pay phone and call the police. Not that there'd been a pay phone anywhere along the way from the secluded house in the woods where she'd been held captive. Nor was there one along the highway that had taken her nearly an hour to find. Luckily, the car she'd stolen from the front of the house had nearly a full tank of gas.
And thankfully, she'd seen the sign to the town of Willow Ridge.
The guard and a nurse had force-fed her a partial dose of sedatives only hours earlier, so it'd taken Alana a while to fight through dizziness and make the connection. Willow Ridge was just one of those floating memories that she couldn't immediately link to anything or anyone. But then she remembered Jack Whitley, the town's sheriff. He'd helped her.
She couldn't remember what he'd done exactly, but she instinctively knew she could trust him.
Alana couldn't say that about anyone el ... read full excerpt from: Secret Delivery ebook
