“We better get going!” Marissa shouted out and waved at Mr. Stein as she ran to the car. Stein was talking too much to suit her. Marissa did not want to be connected in any way to the police. She figured if she had Mr. Stein bound, gagged, and tied down in the countryside. It would take the authorities several hours to find him. That would give her plenty of time to getaway.
“It's not too far, Mr. Stein. Just right up ahead here!” Marissa assured him.
“Just how far would you say, Ms. Prentiss?” Stein asked with a suspicious look in his eye. Mr. Stein had conducted some business himself while at the gas station. He had asked the gas station attendant several questions. Stein also left information with the attendant for the authorities to be contacted. Stein was hoping that Marissa would r
