“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper. He swings his head around, like he’s surprised. “I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetheart,” he says. I shift, pushing my back against the door. “That’s what somebody who was going to hurt me would say,” I manage. He lets out a quiet sigh. “Open the glove box,” he says. “There’s a gun in there. Shoot me if I try to hurt you.”
