~Joanna
My kidnapper dragged me out of the warehouse, shoving me into the back of the car. I struggled against him, but he was too strong, too determined.
As the car screeched out of the parking lot, I caught a glimpse of another car following close behind. It took me a moment to recognize it, but then I saw the familiar faces of Grandpa Benedict and Lanre in the front seats.
"Thank God," I breathed, relief flooding through me. "The message went through. They know where I am."
The car barreled through the empty streets, the sound of the tires screeching against the pavement like a battle cry.
I pressed myself against the seat, praying for a way out. But as the car sped on, my hope started to fade.
Suddenly, the kidnapper's partner stiffened, his eyes darting to the rear-view mirror.
