Shred of Evidence

Joanne was torn from a deep sleep when she felt a vise-like grip on her shoulder.

She blinked vacantly at the dark-clad man who pulled the bed sheets off of her. A part of her mind refused to believe that this was actually happening; Joanne thought she was still dreaming. But once the man effortlessly pulled the young woman out of her bed and held her close to him with his hand over her mouth, Joanne realized with growing horror that this was all too real.

“Is Denise here?” he whispered into her ear. He held a box cutter close to her face. “Just answer with a shake of your head for ‘no’, or a nod for ‘yes’.”

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