The woman had a furtive look in her eyes, a look of sheer terror. Her actions were sudden, and her lips had come together as if to stifle a scream. She ran up to the lift and jabbed the call button savagely. The lift had been on the eighth floor, her own. She cursed out loud.
She had to get home, she had to get--
A car entered the parking lot with an ear-splitting screech. His car. She felt her heart thunder against her ribcage. He was here.
She had to get home, she had to get--
A car entered the parking lot with an ear-splitting screech. His car. She felt her heart thunder against her ribcage. He was here.
