Next Exit, No Outlet by CW Browning

Author:CW Browning
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Female Assassin Thriller, espionage suspense books, fast-paced action suspense, Strong female Thriller, Female Spy books, Kick-ass thriller
Publisher: CW Browning
Published: 2019-12-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

The air was thick and heavy with humidity when Angela slowly became aware of the darkness. She tried to hang on to the comfortable nothingness of sleep, but a persistent feeling of unease kept nagging her, pulling her back toward consciousness. Something wasn’t right. The thought popped into her mind and she reluctantly came awake. Her arms and legs felt heavy, as if they were weighted down with something, but she knew that couldn’t be right. She was on her back, laying on some kind of seat, surrounded by dark, filtered light. Angela tried to push herself up, and that’s when she realized her arms were beneath her, and they wouldn’t move.

Sheer panic tore through her as she tried to pull her arms from behind her and felt hard plastic cut into her wrists. The last vestiges of sleep evaporated and she gasped, turning her head and straining to see through the gloom. She was on the backseat of some kind of vehicle and it was dark outside. What time was it? Where was she?

Angela swallowed her panic and forced herself to think clearly. What was the last thing she remembered? She was at her house with Michael, gathering her things to go to Lina’s. Michael took Anabelle out to the car and...then what? She went to make sure the back door was locked.

Memory rushed back and she gasped. Someone had grabbed her from behind and she felt a sharp prick in her arm. What happened next was a blur. She remembered being disoriented as she was guided from the back door across the back yard. The houses seemed to be triple their size around her, and everything was doubled. Her legs had felt heavy and she wasn’t able to move them very well, but it hadn’t made any difference. She had been pulled away from the house and when she tried to call out for Michael, her tongue wouldn’t work and she couldn’t seem to form any words. Her lips moved, but nothing came out, not even a sound. A pickup truck was at the curb, and that was the last thing she remembered.

Oh my God, I’ve been taken! Lina was right!

Terror washed through her and she sat up quickly, looking around. She was in the backseat of the pickup and she leaned forward to peer out the side window. She couldn’t see much. The truck was stopped in some kind of parking lot between what looked like two eighteen-wheelers. Was she at a truck stop? Where was her kidnapper?

Angela gingerly tested the bonds at her wrists. They were immovable. She moved her feet, relieved when they moved freely. Good, only her hands were bound. Turning her back to the door closest to her, she awkwardly pulled the handle with her fingers and pushed. The door didn’t budge. Letting out half a sob, she moved to the other door and tried again, with the same result. Neither door would open.

Angela shifted to the middle of the bench seat and eyed the opening between the front seats.

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