All Natural Murder (2012)
“I scooted on the truck seat until my back hit the passenger door, my mind motoring. If I could pop the door open, I could jump into the truck bed and grab the gun. But would I be fast enough?
“What the hell are you doing in my truck?” he asked, his voice loud, the anger obvious.
I stared at him, my mind no longer motoring. Now it was idling. All I could think was, “Please don’t stab me. Please don’t stab me.”
“Answer me!”
He reached into the truck and swiped at my leg with his free hand. I scru...nched up farther against the door, not sure I could get out before Todd grabbed me.
“I was . . .” I tried to think of any plausible reason I might be sitting in the truck of a likely killer. “I wanted to leave you a note,” I blurted out.
Todd gestured toward the windshield. “You couldn’t leave it under my wipers?”
“Nothing to write with. I was looking for a pen and some paper.” Sweat poured down my temples, and I wanted to wipe the mess away, but my brain no longer had control over my arms.MoreLess
“What the hell are you doing in my truck?” he asked, his voice loud, the anger obvious.
I stared at him, my mind no longer motoring. Now it was idling. All I could think was, “Please don’t stab me. Please don’t stab me.”
“Answer me!”
He reached into the truck and swiped at my leg with his free hand. I scru...nched up farther against the door, not sure I could get out before Todd grabbed me.
“I was . . .” I tried to think of any plausible reason I might be sitting in the truck of a likely killer. “I wanted to leave you a note,” I blurted out.
Todd gestured toward the windshield. “You couldn’t leave it under my wipers?”
“Nothing to write with. I was looking for a pen and some paper.” Sweat poured down my temples, and I wanted to wipe the mess away, but my brain no longer had control over my arms.MoreLess
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