Chapter Eight
Under the influence of the bright light, Johnnie could not make out the identity of the stranger. However, when the man in question stepped in front of the spotlight, his bruised face left him no doubt: It was Don Davis, looking very angry indeed.
“Oh, my God…” Susan whispered, her voice full of terror. Johnnie’s initial thought was to step on the gas and run him over; if he was alone, he would have done exactly that. However, should he do such a thing, he would jeopardize his life and Susan’s alike.
“Do as he says.” He urged, putting his hand on the door handle. Susan opened her door with fear-clumsy fingers. Johnnie would not show it, but, by that moment, he was fuming with rage. It seemed to him that a simple beating was not enough to deter her ex boyfriend. He was not
