She reached her car, inserted the key and twisted the lock. When the driver’s door opened, the illumination from the interior dome light gave her small courage as she swiveled onto the side of driver’s seat and, for the umpteenth time, Erica re-read the note she held in a damp hand. The instructions were quite straight forward and simple enough. Erica emptied her lungs and reached for the switch on the dash. She notched it out and a blinding pool of light erupted from the headlamps, dazzling her night vision.
Erica stood, still shielded by the open car door. “I don’t know why I’m doing this,” she cried into the darkness.
In the shadows beyond the rim of light, Katie lowered the Canon handheld. “Because you want to,” she called back. “You know that. You have always wanted to...”
Erica’s
