James’ heart was nearly pounding out of his chest. He looked at Amy, making sure she was all right. He put the car in park and got out. He thought it odd that the driver’s side door was wide open. He looked into the driver’s seat and saw a man slumped over. He motioned to Amy to stay in the car and walked over to the Ford cautiously.
“Hello?” he said tentatively at first, then louder. “Hello?”
The man in the car didn’t move. James got closer to the car. This car doesn’t make sense out here. Who would even stop like that? James heard a small, almost imperceptible squeak. He turned around and looked at Amy. To his horror, he saw a tall man pulling her out of the car with a knife to her throat.
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