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mouth was dry from a lack of water. I badly wanted to get out and stretch. Every muscle in my body was aching. Never mind needing to go to the bathroom. If they didn’t let me out soon I was going to pee myself.
    I switched on my phone again trying to get at least one bar. Damn this service, it was crap. You would think by now they would have towers all over the place. Trust me to go with the cheapest provider that was available. I used the light from the phone to look around inside the trunk. There had to be a kit that was used to repair a flat tire. Which meant there had to be a metal lug nut wrench. Something I could hit her in the head with and escape from them.
    Then again there was the option of using it to smash the trunk lock open, but then she was liable to hear me banging. And who knew if she had a gun? The tire iron would be taken and whatever chance I would have had. It would have vanished.
    I twisted over and began exploring the darkness with my hands. It was dank, smelled like oil inside there. Some of the material was torn. I pulled back the carpet and squeezed myself against the edge so I could lift up the piece of plastic that was beneath it. I felt wires. They had to be jumper cables, there was the tire kit and… my hand went into something soft and wet. I didn’t even want to know what that was. I wiped my hand against the carpet and continued rooting around. Damn. There was nothing. No tire iron, unless it had slipped further down and I couldn’t reach it. What the hell kind of vehicle owner didn’t prepare themselves for the worst-case scenario? Probably had roadside assistance.
    Just when I was running out of ideas of how I was going to get out, I felt the vehicle slowing down. Gravel beneath the tires. I heard the ring of a gas station driveway hose as the car went over it. She was filling up. I heard the door open and the rattle of the gas tank being opened, then a flood of gas.
    “Howdy. You know this is full-service. We can fill the tank.”
    “No need. I can do it.”
    It was a male voice. So there were two of them.
    “Grab me some cigarettes while you are in there. Oh and some beef jerky.”
    “You folks from out of town?” I heard the attendant ask.
    “Sort of.”
    This was my opportunity.
    “Help. Help!”
    I started banging on the trunk lid.
    “What’s that?”
    He heard me.
    “Nothing.”
    “That doesn’t sound like nothing to me. I’m calling the cops.”
    I heard him turn to leave. In the next beat, I heard the sound of a gun going off. Then the trunk opened.
    “Stupid bitch. Look what you’ve made me do now.” He slapped me with the back of his hand.
    “What do you want with me?”
    “You’ll find out soon enough.”
    He slammed the trunk lid.
    “I need to go to the washroom,” I yelled.
    I heard him reply from outside as he continued filling up.
    “You’re going to have to wait now.”
    “I will piss in your car.”
    “You do that and I will put a bullet in your head.”
    “Then let me out.”
    I heard the woman come back.
    “Duke, what the fuck?”
    I had a name. Duke.
    “I told you not to use my name. Go get what we need and I’ll drag his ass around back.”
    I could hear them moving around outside the vehicle and the sound of a body being dragged. If they killed a stranger without even batting an eye, there was no doubt they were going to kill me. The fear that washed over me in that moment was like a huge tidal wave. It took my breath away and made me feel like I was going to vomit.
    Within a matter of minutes they peeled away into the night and were traveling at a high rate of speed. Even if I could open the trunk, I wouldn’t be able to escape without killing myself. Now they were fugitives from the law. Whatever they had in mind, they were serious and weren’t messing around.

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    T he Birmingham show had been wrapped up. I had returned to the tour bus. I was feeling on top of the moon. Behind me was my band. I was going to have a beer and