Claire looked between Roy and Amos. She was beginning to feel like she’d only be safe if she got in the car. Amos wouldn’t accept her refusal and appeared to be the type of person willing to do anything to make her comply. Regardless of what Roy said. “I’ll sit in the back.” It would be further away from Amos. Although not far enough.
Once they were in the vehicle, Amos drove off, Roy on the phone to his mum, reassuring her once again. When he hung up, he handed the phone back to Amos. The rest of the drive was silent and they eventually arrived at an industrial shed, parking in front of chain wire gates.
Claire reached for the door handle, freezing when Amos reached between the front seats and grabbed hold of her arm, preventing her from moving. “Let me go.” She met his dark eyes, refus
