Suddenly, the vehicle abruptly stops and I am thrown against the back of the back seat. Something rolls around my feet.

It’s my groceries.

At least one of them had the heart to keep my groceries for me.

The groceries packed by Tom Wells. That dear man. Bless his soul.

If he knew of my predicament.

But who knows? I bet no one knows where I am. Save for the bunch of idiots that kidnapped me.

And the huge idiot that had me kidnapped.

I sigh again. The ropes rub against my skin. It hurts a little.

Why the hell did they have to bind my hands? If I’m stuck in the trunk of a moving car, I can’t do much.

The engine shivers to a still and the sound of doors opening and closing echo in my head.

Then feet on gravel near the trunk and the key is slipped into the keyhole of the lid.

It creaks open with a gust of icy cold air. And a strong smell of alcohol. My nose wrinkles in disgust.

“Get out.” A voice drawls out. I do my best to scoot out and stumble to my feet. The door closes behind me. A deadening thud. 

My groceries are left alone.