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 | Donald Bain, Jessica Fletcher |
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Excerpt
“This is the alarm notification center. Your alarm was triggered.” I gulped. Had Bloomers been burgled? “I’m on my way right now.” I shut the phone, stuffed it in my bag and practically sprinted to the car. Driving as fast as the weather allowed, I headed up the long, two lane road that led back to town. As I neared Maple Creek bridge, headlights came up fast behind me. I tapped on my brakes to warn the driver to slow down, but apparently he didn’t notice because he bumped me. I honked my horn, but that seemed to make the speedster angry, because he bumped me again, harder this time. He’d had to speed up to do it, so I knew it was intentional. Steering the Vette over to the side of the road, I was digging for my phone when he hit me again, pushing my car forward, so that the right front end was hanging off the narrow, sloping shoulder and I was staring down into muddy water. Fear prickled my spine. What if this wasn’t a case of road rage? What if someone was trying to kill me? I heard the unmistakable sound of an engine being shifted into reverse. I glanced up at my mirror in horror. He was getting his car positioned to ram me again. |
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