Was Earl lying or had someone double-crossed someone? Where was I going? What would happen to me? The van drove for what felt like a long time, maybe an hour, but I didn’t have any real concept of time, only the concept of horror. I felt like I was rapidly falling apart at the seams, stitch by stitch, and there may not be many stitches left.
Abruptly, the van screeched to a halt and the two in the front got out. The two in the back sat and kept their gazes focused on me. A long time seemed to pass when finally the back door opened and I was yanked out, dropped carelessly on the road, and then the men jumped back into the van and squealed away.
For at least a minute or two I just laid there in the dust, in the dark, totally freaking out, totally immobile because I was still bound and gag
