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catch up with Meghan. I thought she played her heart out and I was keen to arrange for us to do a duet later in the next town. When I got to her bed, she wasn’t there.
    “Anyone seen Meg?”
    “As far as I know she said she had a headache and was going to lie down,” Luke said.
    “Strange, maybe she’s gone into town.”
    I didn’t think much of it. I never gave it a second thought.

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    W e must have been on the road for least another two hours before I heard them.
    “I’m hungry.” I could hear the muffled voices inside the car. “And all you got was one packet of jerky?”
    “Why did you kill him? You idiot. No one is meant to get hurt. Now the police are going to be looking for us. They would have caught us on camera.”
    “He would have nabbed us. Anyway, this car is stolen.”
    “She’s going be pissed at you.”
    “Who cares? We get paid. We get out. Now let’s find a restaurant and have a bite to eat.”
    “No. She said get to the cabin.”
    She? Who were they talking about?
    When they finally brought the car to a halt, I heard them get out. I could hear the sound of people. More people than there had been before. They were in a public place. This was my chance to escape. There was no way in hell they were going to shoot me in a public place. No doubt, this had to be related to money. Perhaps they thought I was loaded with money, just because I was playing in those big arenas. It didn’t matter, the moment they opened that trunk, I was going to hit them as hard as I could and scream. Someone had to hear me.
    I began searching again inside the trunk. There had to be something. Shifting my position so I was crunched up and kneeling, I pulled up the carpet and plastic and continued rummaging around until I felt it. There it was. The tire iron. I grabbed it feeling hope again. I had something.
    A few minutes later I heard them return to the car.
    “Why didn’t you tell me that you had tied her up?”
    “Why didn’t you tell me she had untied herself? You’re a friggin’ idiot.”
    They were arguing with each other when they popped the trunk’s lid. Not giving them even a second to react I smacked him, then her with it so hard, that they both fell backwards. I vaulted out of the trunk and began sprinting towards the restaurant. I had no idea where I was. But I realized they had parked as far away as they could from the rest area building. It was still late at night. Floodlights shone down illuminating about six cars in the lot.
    I was already at least ten yards ahead of them when I heard the guy chasing after me. I stared around trying to get some sense of where I was. A rural highway ran alongside the rest stop. There were farms for as far as the eye could see. Small buildings that must have been homes in the distance. I could have been anywhere. But it was the countryside. I was in the middle of nowhere and they had picked a rest stop that was as run down as the vehicle they had been traveling in. It was a blue Ford. It had to have been from the eighties. Rust covered the sides.
    My legs were hurting from running. I must have been in that trunk for ages as my legs felt like they had just been woken up from a deep state of hibernation. The muscles weren’t fully functioning.
    I cast a glance over my shoulder and could see both of them were gaining on me. I knew I wasn’t going to get to the station in time. Who the hell parks this far away? I let out a scream, but no one came out. I changed direction, hoping that I might be able to lose them in the country. It was pitch-dark out there. No lights. Fields for miles.
    The thought of running into a bull, or some creature that might pounce on me, was the furthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to get away from them. It didn’t help that it was winter. Snow was everywhere. They had cleared a good portion of it in the parking lot. But where I was heading it had to have been knee-deep. This would definitely slow me down, but then again it was