"I thanked him, said I'd deal with it later, and started to get back in my car. That's when I felt something press against my back." Kimberly's breath hitched, her voice trembling. "Cold and hard. It was a gun. The younger man was behind me. The older one grabbed my arm and said very quietly: 'Get in the van. No sound. No fight. Or I shoot you here and now.'"

Mills's pen stopped moving.

"I got in the van," Kimberly whispered. "He had a gun pressed to my spine. What else could I do?" She twisted ...