“…Don’t overreact. It may be nothing. Something innocent. Maybe they’re helping her fix her car. And don’t forget your interview. You stop now, and you can kiss the promotion and maybe even your job goodbye. What a choice!” Except he knew it was no choice at all.
Daniel found a place to turn around. “How many curves has the road made since I saw the cars? Two? Three, and the last one was long and gradual. You better be right.” He drove past two curves and parked before the third. As he opened his door, he heard a woman scream. He tried to dial 911. “No service!”
He remembered the tire iron. Daniel grabbed it. He heard another scream. This time it was a man. Daniel raced to within a dozen feet of the car and stopped behind a tree. In the pale light of a half-moon, Daniel saw a man’s fist smash into the young woman’s jaw. She collapsed. A man grabbed her feet, another grabbed her by her slender wrists. She thrashed like a wounded lioness, freeing one of her legs. She kicked out wildly. Her foot connected with the kneecap of one of the men. He bellowed and grabbed his knee.
“Dammit, Jake! Hold her still,” the wounded man yelled as they headed for the trees.
Daniel’s eyes tried to focus through the blackness to the older woman. She was still behind the steering wheel but let go to punch the man standing in the open doorway to her left. He easily avoided her blows. The man to her right grabbed her hair. He brutally yanked her head down to the seat. The men rushed her. They twisted her onto her back.
Daniel saw she was in more immediate trouble than the younger woman, but there was no way he could take on men on both sides of the car at the same time without one raising the alarm and warning the other two.
He had to act. Right now. The decision was made when the men reached the tree line with their prize.
Kneecap boasted, “Hellcat! The more you fight, the more fun, and the longer it’s going to last. Here’s good.” He started ripping off her clothes as Jake held her down. It wasn’t easy. She was fierce. But they were bigger. Stronger. Heavier. And there were two of them. Hellcat was losing the battle. It was only a matter of time.
(To be continued…)