Elise heard whistling from across the parking garage. It was low and sounded creepy, like from an old mob or thriller movies. It was the type tune the kidnapper or stalker whistled to let you know they were about to strike. Great, Elise! That's a perfect thought when you're alone in a large area, she frowned at her thoughts. She wouldn’t admit it, but she did have to fight the urge to turn tail and run. Although she did allow herself to rush to the car when she heard footsteps that sounded like they were headed her way and the whistling grew closer.
She was just in sight of the car when a man, who looked no more than sixty, walked up from her right still whistling. Elise startled but recovered quickly after all he walked with a slight limp and looked rather frail. She took a deep breath
