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“Where do you think you’re going?” Sean’s voice was loud, harsh.
Jan jumped into what she hoped was the local variant of Uber.
“Take me to some far away beach, someplace where I will never be found. Ever.”
The large man turned to her. The thought that he looked like some wild Hollywood villain crossed her mind.
He smiled. It made her skin crawl.
“I know just the place, Ma’am.”
It took 15 minutes for the tiny car to navigate the congested, narrow streets and leave town.
In 20 minutes the constricted, claustrophobic feelings started to dwindle.
After about 40 minutes the car stopped. There was nothing around. That worry struck Jan again.
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