Determined to have my own fighting chance, I felt around the perimeter of the trunk, searching for anything I could use for a weapon. I tried to be as quiet as possible. The last thing I wanted was for Shahid to realize my hands were no longer restrained.
As I felt into the crevasses at the edges of the trunk, I hesitated to use my iPhone as a light source because I didn’t want to run the battery down. But when I came across a short piece of plastic, I switched it on and took a quick peek to see what I’d discovered.
It turned out to be a piece of green plastic in the shape of a cylinder. It was about twelve inches long and a quarter-inch thick. One end looked as if it had been broken off from something, and that was the part that interested me.
It was sharp and pointy.
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