All Natural Murder (2012)
“I scooted on the truck seat until my back hit the passenger door, my mind motoring. If I could pop the door open, I could jump into the truck bed and grab the gun. But would I be fast enough?
“What the hell are you doing in my truck?” he asked, his voice loud, the anger obvious.
I stared at him, my mind no longer motoring. Now it was idling. All I could think was, “Please don’t stab me. Please don’t stab me.”
“Answer me!”
He reached into the truck and swiped at my leg with his free hand. I scrunched up farther against the door, not sure I could get out before Todd grabbed me.
“I was . . .” I tried to think of any plausible reason I might be sitting in the truck of a likely killer. “I wanted to leave you a note,” I blurted out.
Todd gestured toward the windshield. “You couldn’t leave it under my wipers?”
“Nothing to write with. I was looking for a pen and some paper.” Sweat poured down my temples, and I wanted to wipe the mess away, but my brain no longer had control over my arms.
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