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The other heads straight for my door.
My stomach drops.
Oh, God.
This isn't an accident.
“Drive,” I tell the cab driver.
“I can't. They're blocking the road.”
“Reverse!”
He looks in the mirror.
Too late.
The man approaching him yanks open his door.
“Out.”
The driver freezes.
“Look, man, I don't want any problems.”
“Then get out.”
Something metallic flashes in the man's hand.
My blood turns cold.
The driver scrambles out.
I grab my phone.
Torch.
Call Torch.
My hands are shaking.
I tap his name.
The call connects just as the rear door opens.
“Madison?”
His voice.
Thank God.
“Torch!”
“What's wrong?”
“There's a van. Two men stopped the cab, and I think they're...”
A hand closes around my arm.
