I parked the car on the other side of the parking lot and turned the key.
I checked the rear view mirror and waited.
After a while, even though the heater had been on max, the February chill seized the car in it’s wintery embrace.
I’d received instructions to park between the grey SUV and the white sedan but I wasn’t born yesterday.
They must think I’m stupid.
I raised my camera and zoomed in on the SUV.
Was that blood splatters on the hatchback?
I caught a blur of movement. The car door flew open and strong hands pulled mine to the steering wheel as cold restraining metal clicked shut. I heard the engine purr just before the door slammed shut.
I struggled, but it was already too late. The exhaust gasses tickled the back of my throat and I realised, what was happening.
But I was resourceful.
I had other plans.
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