abrupt stop in front of her. She starts to walk behind
the van for a better view of oncoming traffic. The rear door flies open and a
burly man springs out and grabs her. He throws her onto the van’s steel cargo
floor. A sharp pain erupts from her shoulder as her body impacts.
“Go!” the burly
man commands the driver. He stumbles back as the van lunges forward.
* * *
“That did not just
happen!” Beth screams as the coffees drop to the floor. She slams the door open
and as before, the wind catches hold of it and forces it into the building,
shattering the glass. Not having time to worry, she runs toward the Jeep.
Elliot, having
seen Sarah disappear, has the passenger door open and is yelling to Beth,
“Move! Move!”
Beth slams the
passenger door shut and buckles in. Elliot presses his foot to the floor. The
Jeep’s rear end breaks loose as Elliot forces it into a sharp
one-hundred-eighty degree slide to pursue the fleeing van. Elliot slams his
fist on the wheel in frustration. “I’d be up to the van already if my car
wasn’t out of commission.”
“Left!” Beth
hollers at Elliot. “Is that the same van that heisted your tires yesterday?”
The white van is
forced to swerve and stop to avoid crashing into an oncoming delivery truck.
Before resuming its flight, Elliot gets close enough to read the plate. “That’s
the one,” he says in obvious amazement. The van swerves violently again in
front of them. It continues to weave back and forth. “What’re they doin’?!”
Sarah’s heart
races as she struggles to breathe. What do I do? I can do nothing. Proverbs
3:5-6 flash into Sarah’s mind. “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto thine own understanding.”Asensation
of peace washes over her. She remembers the bottle of mace tucked away in her
left inside coat pocket. “In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct
thy paths.” Sarah focuses on the back door. It’s locked. I will have to push
the lock back as I am opening the door. Father, when do I make my move?
The driver glances
in his rear view mirror. “Who’s following us?”
With his attention
off Sarah for a second, the burly kidnapper glowers out his rear window and
shouts, “How should I know?!”
Unnoticed, Sarah
slips her hand into her pocket to retrieve the mace and lurches for the door.
The burly man, apparently more keen that his stature suggests, catches Sarah’s
movement immediately. He reaches to restrain her as she blasts him with mace.
He screams, “You …” Instinctively, he moves his hands to his eyes.
Sarah sprays the
mace toward the front of the van, hoping to hit the driver’s eyes next. The
driver quickly snaps his head around toward the commotion in the back of the
van. Clearly not as smart as his counterpart, the spray of mace hits its
intended target. For a moment, both hands leave the wheel, causing the van to
swerve violently before he regains some control. With her burly assailant
distracted for the precious time needed, Sarah opens the rear door of the van
searching for inspiration. The cold air blasts her face as the pavement streaks
by beneath her.
* * *
The passenger-side
rear door of the van bursts open revealing Sarah perched at the edge of the
opening. Beth’s heart leaps to her throat. Not thinking, she unbuckles her seat
belt and rolls down her window shouting, “Get closer, get closer!” Beth leans
out the window and reaches toward her friend shouting, “Hang on, Sarah, we’re
coming!”
* * *
Sarah holds the
van door at arm’s length with fear rising inside. I can’t jump. Proverbs
3:7 is her next thought. “Be not wise in thine own eyes: Fear the Lord , and depart from evil.” She
jumps.
* * *
A second later
Sarah launches herself into the air and away from the rear of the van. Time
stalls as the horror of the moment reaches Beth’s mind. Elliot reacts with pure
instinct and the
the van for a better view of oncoming traffic. The rear door flies open and a
burly man springs out and grabs her. He throws her onto the van’s steel cargo
floor. A sharp pain erupts from her shoulder as her body impacts.
“Go!” the burly
man commands the driver. He stumbles back as the van lunges forward.
* * *
“That did not just
happen!” Beth screams as the coffees drop to the floor. She slams the door open
and as before, the wind catches hold of it and forces it into the building,
shattering the glass. Not having time to worry, she runs toward the Jeep.
Elliot, having
seen Sarah disappear, has the passenger door open and is yelling to Beth,
“Move! Move!”
Beth slams the
passenger door shut and buckles in. Elliot presses his foot to the floor. The
Jeep’s rear end breaks loose as Elliot forces it into a sharp
one-hundred-eighty degree slide to pursue the fleeing van. Elliot slams his
fist on the wheel in frustration. “I’d be up to the van already if my car
wasn’t out of commission.”
“Left!” Beth
hollers at Elliot. “Is that the same van that heisted your tires yesterday?”
The white van is
forced to swerve and stop to avoid crashing into an oncoming delivery truck.
Before resuming its flight, Elliot gets close enough to read the plate. “That’s
the one,” he says in obvious amazement. The van swerves violently again in
front of them. It continues to weave back and forth. “What’re they doin’?!”
Sarah’s heart
races as she struggles to breathe. What do I do? I can do nothing. Proverbs
3:5-6 flash into Sarah’s mind. “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto thine own understanding.”Asensation
of peace washes over her. She remembers the bottle of mace tucked away in her
left inside coat pocket. “In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct
thy paths.” Sarah focuses on the back door. It’s locked. I will have to push
the lock back as I am opening the door. Father, when do I make my move?
The driver glances
in his rear view mirror. “Who’s following us?”
With his attention
off Sarah for a second, the burly kidnapper glowers out his rear window and
shouts, “How should I know?!”
Unnoticed, Sarah
slips her hand into her pocket to retrieve the mace and lurches for the door.
The burly man, apparently more keen that his stature suggests, catches Sarah’s
movement immediately. He reaches to restrain her as she blasts him with mace.
He screams, “You …” Instinctively, he moves his hands to his eyes.
Sarah sprays the
mace toward the front of the van, hoping to hit the driver’s eyes next. The
driver quickly snaps his head around toward the commotion in the back of the
van. Clearly not as smart as his counterpart, the spray of mace hits its
intended target. For a moment, both hands leave the wheel, causing the van to
swerve violently before he regains some control. With her burly assailant
distracted for the precious time needed, Sarah opens the rear door of the van
searching for inspiration. The cold air blasts her face as the pavement streaks
by beneath her.
* * *
The passenger-side
rear door of the van bursts open revealing Sarah perched at the edge of the
opening. Beth’s heart leaps to her throat. Not thinking, she unbuckles her seat
belt and rolls down her window shouting, “Get closer, get closer!” Beth leans
out the window and reaches toward her friend shouting, “Hang on, Sarah, we’re
coming!”
* * *
Sarah holds the
van door at arm’s length with fear rising inside. I can’t jump. Proverbs
3:7 is her next thought. “Be not wise in thine own eyes: Fear the Lord , and depart from evil.” She
jumps.
* * *
A second later
Sarah launches herself into the air and away from the rear of the van. Time
stalls as the horror of the moment reaches Beth’s mind. Elliot reacts with pure
instinct and the
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