With the paralysis disappearing, Elena wondered if it was really his eyes boring into her that was taking her fear away. And was that wise? Could this man be trusted anymore than the brigade of escapees from an LA street gang that harassed her?
“Did you have to use the gun?” she asked.
“I shot it in the air,” he explained.
“You wear it all the time?”
He looked down at her with a friendly smirk. “You’re gonna need air in there,” he warned. “Let the window down.”
Should she feel chagrined, seeing the expression on his face? He was treating her tenderly as if he did care. Elena rolled the window down, but not even half way; she didn’t want to leave room for him to suddenly advance on her.
“I know you don’t trust me, but your car’s not going anywhere,” he said.
“How do you know?” she a
