Ashley’s heart sank. Fear crept in. She had just gotten out of prison. Could she really end up back there?

But what could she do now? She had no money. If she’d thought more clearly, she could’ve just acted poor and slipped away. Why did she have to argue?

Just when Ashley thought she was trapped, a black car stopped next to the stall. A few men in sunglasses got out.

One of them looked at Ashley, holding a photo in his hand. He turned to the others and said, “That’s her.”

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