Chapter 3

Aly

It’s not my fault that I didn’t know he was a policeman.

Really, it isn’t.

He wasn’t wearing a uniform and, although Crown Victoria is notoriously a police vehicle, it wasn’t marked, and certainly didn’t have a bar of lights on the roof, so how was I supposed to know?

After I hit him, I closed my eyes, said a quick prayer that nobody was hurt, just the cars, and took a deep breath. It couldn’t have taken more than a few seconds, but by the time I was opening my eyes, he was already banging on the glass.

You know all those e-mails that you get about men who cause minor damage to a woman’s car and then kidnap her for rape, murder, and torture?  The end depends on the e-mail, b...

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