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into her rear bumper. Suddenly, instead of heading straight on Elk, she was skidding sideways. Horns blared a warning. Oncoming traffic was within mere seconds of crashing into her.
On instinct, Kennedy punched the gas and shot forward, passing within inches of the semitruck barreling straight for her. She let out a little scream, realizing the only thing in front of her was a giant gaping hole of nothingness. The bridge! She was going off the bridge into the bayou below!
With all the strength she could muster, Kennedy wrenched the steering wheel to the right. Even as she prayed to avoid going into the bayou, she also prayed that she didn’t hit some unsuspecting driver going the other way. Either one could mean certain death. At the last minute, she closed her eyes, braced herself for the end result.
The car came to a crashing, shuddering stop. Opening her eyes, she gazed around, amazed. She had somehow avoided both scenarios and found herself on a grassy area several yards away from where she’d spun out of control. Other than the terror-laced adrenaline still rushing through her veins, she was safe, unharmed.
Her eyes took in the area around her. What had seemed like an eternity had probably happened in a matter of seconds. And despite coming within a hair of dying a horrific death, she watched the traffic continue to flow as if nothing had happened.
Willing her heart to slow, she took in another breath. As she did, the event prior to her losing control of the car halted the breath. Someone had hit her from behind.
Movement in her peripheral vision caught her eye. A man was running toward her car. Darkness and heavy rain obscured his face, but she could tell he was focused on her. Was he the one who’d hit her?
In seconds he had reached her car. Expecting him to come around to the driver’s side and ask if she was okay, she was startled when he pulled on the handle at the passenger door. Without thinking anything of it, she flipped the lock.
The door was jerked open, and a face appeared before her. Kennedy gasped and jerked back. Not a face. A man wearing a ski mask.
“You should be dead.”
“What?”
He glanced behind him and cursed. Turning back to her, he spoke in a soft, menacing tone, “This was a freebie, little lady. You won’t get a second chance.” He grabbed the large envelope from the seat beside her and shoved it beneath his jacket. “You tell anyone about this, you and whoever you tell is dead. If you’re smart, you’ll forget this ever happened.” With that, he turned and ran away.
“Hey! Wait! You can’t just—”
A fist pounded on the driver’s window. Swallowing a scream, Kennedy twisted around. A man shouted, “Are you all right?”
She hit the button, allowing the window to open only a crack and said shakily, “Yes…I’m fine.” Turning her head again, she searched for the man who’d just stolen the envelope. “That man…did you see him? He stole my—”
The man looked up toward the road and muttered a vicious curse. His attention returned to her. “You’re sure you’re all right?”
“Yes, I’m just—” Before she could finish her sentence, the man turned away and disappeared. Stunned, she could barely comprehend what had just happened. Someone had tried to kill her. Had threatened her. And had stolen one of the envelopes.
And the second man—the one who’d asked if she was all right. It had been too dark to see his face, but she would recognize that accent anywhere. He was the man who’d taken her to the hospital.
What the hell was going on?
Unwilling to have someone else come to the car, Kennedy eased her foot on the gas pedal and was relieved to feel the tires gain traction. She drove up to the road, and the instant a break appeared in the traffic, she zoomed back onto the roadway and headed home.
Ten minutes later, she parked in her garage. Rushing inside, she locked the door leading to the garage and turned on the security system,
On instinct, Kennedy punched the gas and shot forward, passing within inches of the semitruck barreling straight for her. She let out a little scream, realizing the only thing in front of her was a giant gaping hole of nothingness. The bridge! She was going off the bridge into the bayou below!
With all the strength she could muster, Kennedy wrenched the steering wheel to the right. Even as she prayed to avoid going into the bayou, she also prayed that she didn’t hit some unsuspecting driver going the other way. Either one could mean certain death. At the last minute, she closed her eyes, braced herself for the end result.
The car came to a crashing, shuddering stop. Opening her eyes, she gazed around, amazed. She had somehow avoided both scenarios and found herself on a grassy area several yards away from where she’d spun out of control. Other than the terror-laced adrenaline still rushing through her veins, she was safe, unharmed.
Her eyes took in the area around her. What had seemed like an eternity had probably happened in a matter of seconds. And despite coming within a hair of dying a horrific death, she watched the traffic continue to flow as if nothing had happened.
Willing her heart to slow, she took in another breath. As she did, the event prior to her losing control of the car halted the breath. Someone had hit her from behind.
Movement in her peripheral vision caught her eye. A man was running toward her car. Darkness and heavy rain obscured his face, but she could tell he was focused on her. Was he the one who’d hit her?
In seconds he had reached her car. Expecting him to come around to the driver’s side and ask if she was okay, she was startled when he pulled on the handle at the passenger door. Without thinking anything of it, she flipped the lock.
The door was jerked open, and a face appeared before her. Kennedy gasped and jerked back. Not a face. A man wearing a ski mask.
“You should be dead.”
“What?”
He glanced behind him and cursed. Turning back to her, he spoke in a soft, menacing tone, “This was a freebie, little lady. You won’t get a second chance.” He grabbed the large envelope from the seat beside her and shoved it beneath his jacket. “You tell anyone about this, you and whoever you tell is dead. If you’re smart, you’ll forget this ever happened.” With that, he turned and ran away.
“Hey! Wait! You can’t just—”
A fist pounded on the driver’s window. Swallowing a scream, Kennedy twisted around. A man shouted, “Are you all right?”
She hit the button, allowing the window to open only a crack and said shakily, “Yes…I’m fine.” Turning her head again, she searched for the man who’d just stolen the envelope. “That man…did you see him? He stole my—”
The man looked up toward the road and muttered a vicious curse. His attention returned to her. “You’re sure you’re all right?”
“Yes, I’m just—” Before she could finish her sentence, the man turned away and disappeared. Stunned, she could barely comprehend what had just happened. Someone had tried to kill her. Had threatened her. And had stolen one of the envelopes.
And the second man—the one who’d asked if she was all right. It had been too dark to see his face, but she would recognize that accent anywhere. He was the man who’d taken her to the hospital.
What the hell was going on?
Unwilling to have someone else come to the car, Kennedy eased her foot on the gas pedal and was relieved to feel the tires gain traction. She drove up to the road, and the instant a break appeared in the traffic, she zoomed back onto the roadway and headed home.
Ten minutes later, she parked in her garage. Rushing inside, she locked the door leading to the garage and turned on the security system,
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