Cecilia

As I stared at the young man, I hoped he was old enough to drive. Hurrying into the back seat, I gave him my address. It wasn’t necessary; I had entered it into the app.

One would think that after being kidnapped, I would hesitate to get into a car with a stranger. The thing was that the last time I did it, it worked out well. The pimple-faced boy was nothing like the man whom I’d rode off with before.

As the boy pulled away from the curb, I saw Parker on ...