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Closing her eyes a moment, she listened for sounds outside, but aside fro No sounds fro her even if she yelled no one would hear her How can I get help?

The answer cahs and thanked God that her phone hadn’t fallen out of her panties—and that Travis hadn’t seen it

With shaky hands, she took out her phone and turned it on Since she’d texted Sawyer earlier that night, his phone nuht at the top Coht, she hit the call button

The phone rang And rang And rang Finally Sawyer’s soft, co voice came on the line “I’m sorry I left you—”

Her words came out in a super-speed rush “Travis came to your house and I’m now in the trunk of his car”

The bewilderain?”

“I am in Travis’s trunk I need help”

She heard his sharp intake of breath

When he spoke again she noted the change in his voice His tone became cal the job in front of hi you?”

“No” Sheto re mind and she was sober She could outsmart Travis “He knocked me out”

A lol filled the phone line “All right Did—”

The engine slowed, the loud roar turning into a quiet hu hard “I think he’s slowing down” How had this happened to her? What had she done to deserve this? She wanted to be in Sawyer’s ar Wait…” She shut her eyes to help her focus on the sound “I hear gravel Yes” Her eyes opened “We’re driving on gravel, not on a paved road” The car jerked, and fear sla”

“You’re okay, Chloe” Sawyer’s voice cracked “You’re going to be okay I promise”

“Wait…” Her breath hitched as a new noise sent coldness right down into her soul “He’s opening his door”

“Keep the phone on Hide it somewhere so Travis can’t see it I’m on my way to the station now We’ll track it and find you”