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“Get in the van!” she ordered, prodding me with the nail gun.
With my hands still up, I walked to the back of the van. She threw open the door and shoved me into the empty space. A security fence separated the back from the front.
She slammed the door shut with a laugh that chilled my bones. A moment later she sat in the driver’s seat and tore out of the parking lot. I caught myself from sliding on the metal surface.
She hadn’t taken Jessica. It was almost a hopeful thought until I realized Jessica would make a break for it. Jessica would never tell the police I was abducted.
Frankie knew who the driver was. Where was he?
I caught glimpses of her eyes in the rearview mirror. They told the whole story . . . death by nail gun.
“Where’s Frankie?” I asked.
Her eyes flashed in the mi
