"Why?" I sputtered, struggling not to lose the croissant and coffee I'd had earlier.
"Because I could." The words seemed to come from another being. Not Billy. Was he possessed? Brainwashed?
I was still trying to make sense of the situation, when he grabbed my arm. "Let's get out of here."
I didn't resist.
He ran, me stumbling beside him, to where he'd parked a mid-sized car behind a hedge. I tried to think. How could I delay our departure?
"Wait," he said. "Take off the belt."
"What?"
He pointed the gun at me. "You heard me. Take it off."
Oh, shit. Where was the goddamned rescue team?
Billy glared at me. "Do it. Now."
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The Planck Factor
Mystery / ThrillerOn a dare, grad student Jessica Evans writes a thriller, creating a nightmare scenario based upon the theory that the speed of light is not a constant-one that has a dark application. Her protagonist (the fiancé of a scientist killed in a car crash)...
