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“Who are you and what do you want?” Serena’s hands shook on the wheel. Thank God Griffin had given her those driving lessons, because otherwise she’d be all over the road. But he’d emphasized the need to avoid panic at all costs, and all those spins in the parking lot had gotten her used to dealing with the adrenaline.
Obviously they hadn’t rehearsed a carjacking scenario, but the same principles applied. Don’t panic. Stay cool. And Griffin’s favorite—work the moment.
“Just drive,” he growled.
She checked all the mirrors, trying to get a good look at him. All she saw was a stocking cap with a camouflage pattern pulled way down over his face. He would be impossible to recreate in a sketch. Did he know she did police sketches?
“Do I know you?”
He didn’t answer, which made her think
