HER EYES SHOT OPEN. She lay perfectly still for a long moment, her senses on full alert.
Nothing.
She considered trying to go back to sleep but her back was killing her and her head throbbed in time to her elevated pulse. Something had woken her and, though she couldn’t remember who she was or what had happened to her before waking up in that warehouse, she’d had good instincts so far and she was inclined to trust them.
She shoved the tarp slowly off her legs and scooted across the seat. Stopping with a hand on the unlatched door, she listened again for evidence that she wasn’t alone.
Silence throbbed around her.
Clutching the gun in her right hand, she used her left to slowly push the car door open, stepping out with one foot and waiting, listening, before sliding the rest of the way
