Malcolm leaned forward, tapping his driver on the shoulder before sinking back into the soft leather of the seat. I had to admit it was luxuriously comfortable, though I found it hard to settle in as we pulled away from the side of the road and into traffic. Heading for the other side of town at a leisurely pace. My overactive imagination began to whisper to me that no one I loved might ever see me again, that Malcolm had lured me into a false sense of security and now was taking ...