A Killing Frost
Doriann Streeter had never been kidnapped before, but if she'd ever tried to imagine what it might be like—which she hadn't—she'd have been wrong. She would've expected to be brave, but right now she couldn't stop shaking. If she weren't trying so hard just to breathe, she'd be surprised that she'd never expected anything like this, because she had a good imagination.
Her hands shook as she clenched them in her lap.
What had she done wrong? Why was she stuck inside a stinking, rattly old pickup truck between two dirty people with black beneath their fingernails, who reeked so badly she thought she might puke?
And what if she did puke? It could happen.
She dared a glance at the dirty man's pocket. It was where he'd stuck her cell phone when it rang. He'd grabbed it, turned it off, shoved it into his pocket with an ugly chuckle, nearly driving the truck into the ditch when he forgot to watch the road.
Some things just never occurred to a girl.
The call had to have been Mom checking up on her. Or Aunt Renee. Please, God, make them worry when I don't answer. Please!
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