Rachel's Point of View
My knuckles are white around the steering wheel, my eyes flickering between the road and the rear view mirror, over and over. My mind racing.
"They’ll be looking for the black SVU by now... I should have ditched it sooner.
Stupid. Stupid."
I mutter, punching the steering wheel and gritting my teeth.
They think they won. He thinks he’s safe with her now. She doesn’t deserve them.
I spot the gas station, and pull into it before killing the engine. I quickly get out and scan the wooded area, scanning for signs of anyone nearby. I make sure where the cameras are before grabbing my bag and heading into the woods.
I move fast, mduffle l bag slung over my shoulder as I head down a barely visible trail that cuts through the trees, toward an old hunting shack nestled
