ANDREA CLUNG TO THE arm rests on either side, her feet braced against the floorboard. The man-she recognized him-but from where?"Oh my God!" She squeezed her eyes shut as the man passed another car on the shoulder."Shut up," he snapped.He had a gun. She needed to do what he said.But dear Lord, was he trying to kill them both?"Watch out!" She really should not have opened her eyes, but closed-she was going to be sick."I said shut up." He reached across, grabbed a handful of her shirt and shook. Threads popped and fabric ripped.He released her, snatching the wheel in both hands."I'll stop. Whatever it is I'll stop, I swear," she said. Andrea would promise the man anything, if he'd let her go. She wasn't brave, she wasn't strong, she just wanted to get away."You bet you'll stop." He stomped on the breaks and the car skidded a good ten feet, almost into the intersection.The car was stopped.That was important.Why?Because-stupid, stupid, stupid-she coul
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