CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Abby Costello found her mind racing in some strange directions as her body was jostled and shaken. As a huge movie buff, she had seen far too many movies where someone is captured and put into the trunk of a car. She’d always thought that it was unrealistic—that a full-grown person could not bend in a way that would allow them to fit inside.
It was ironic, then, that she had found out just how wrong she had been. Only, ironic wasn’t the word. Horrifying was a better word.
It was a fitting word, for sure. She was blindfolded and had something wrapped tightly around her mouth. She was pretty sure it was a ball gag. And she was indeed in a trunk. And with the exception of an ache in her knees where her legs were bent, it turned out that she had fit inside it easily enough.
