Get into the car with Katie
I climb into the backseat of the car in Katie’s wake. I still think this is incredibly stupid and risky. What chance do we have against these two guys? We need help. I know what I’ll do. I’ll call the bar and tell Kristine where they’re taking us. Or I can call 911 and tell them.
Anyone. I’ll call anyone. I’ll be discreet about it.
I reach my hand into my pocket and wrap it around my cell phone. I’m about to pull it out, but the other man slides in beside me, pinning me in the middle of the backseat.
His aftershave is overpowering in the tight, dark, space and I feel that wave of confusion wafting over me.
I’m worried I should have called for Kristine after all. Not only because my hand is pinned against my side now, but because I can’t remember what I was
