ANDREA CLUNG TO THE arm rests on either side, her feet braced against the floorboard. The man-she recognized him-but from where?
"Oh my God!" She squeezed her eyes shut as the man passed another car on the shoulder.
"Shut up," he snapped.
He had a gun. She needed to do what he said.
But dear Lord, was he trying to kill them both?
"Watch out!" She really should not have opened her eyes, but closed-she was going to be sick.
"I said shut up." He reached across, grabbed a handful of her shirt and shook. Threads popped and fabric ripped.
He released her, snatching the wheel in both hands.
"I'll stop. Whatever it is I'll stop, I swear," she said. Andrea would promise the man anything, if he'd let her go. She wasn't brave, she wasn't strong, she just wanted to get away.
"You bet you'll s
