As she turned the key in the ignition, she looked in the rear view mirror. She could see the row of cars behind her, all dark and quiet. Her sense of alarm grew stronger.
Jill steered her car around the circles of the garage to descend from the third floor, while she continued to look for reasons for her fright.
“I’ve been watching too many Halloween movies,” she said aloud.
“Just my imagination,” she mused.
Suddenly, she felt something bump into the back of her driver’s seat. Startled, she looked in the rear view mirror.
”Scott!” She slammed on the brakes, causing the car behind her to swerve and honk as they sped around her. The next car also blared its horn as it went to the other lane to avoid smashing into her.
Scott chuckled as he pressed a cold gun barrel against her neck.
“Now, now, my precious,” he sneered, as he pulled the hammer back. She heard the click and swallowed hard, but no spit existed in her dry mouth. She trembled and looked back at the road ahead.
“W-what do you want, Scott?” Her voice quivered as she stammered. Her mind was racing. What would he do to her? Their divorce was almost final. She had not asked for much. What else could he possibly want?
“That’s simple, Jill. I want you dead.”