Sheryl banged on the divider between the back of the van where she currently was and the front, where the driver’s seat was. “Let me out of here!” When she’d first been taken from her office, she wasn’t sure if she should fight back or go willingly.
But the crime dramas she liked so much had taught her to never get in a car with someone if she could help it. But the burly men who’d come for her hadn’t given her a choice. She’d asked them who they were and what they wanted, but neither of them had asked. They’d shoved her in the back of this van, where there were no seats and the windows were painted black, and got in the two front seats.
She’d tried the doors on the side and found them locked with no inside door handles. Same for the back door.
So she’d decided to yell—not that it was d
