Staring into the rearview mirror, I search for movement, anything.
Was this all part of some big plan to get me alone?
I shake my head, feeling ridiculous.
How would anyone have known I’d be forced to leave alone? If this was about me, surely someone could have just taken a clean shot at me while I was sitting up on that crate.
This isn’t about you, Stella.
But still, when I finally climb from the car, it’s with my gun in my hand ready to fire should I need to. My blood rushes past my ears as my chest continues to heave, and it’s not until I slam and lock the door behind me that I finally force myself to relax.
I’m safe here.
Now I just need to wait to see if anyone else is.