But just then, the back door opened again, and I shot a glance over my shoulder, watching Elle quickly exit the truck again and close the door. “What are you…?” She walked past my window, swinging around and moving backward as she winked at me. “Have a safe ride!” she sing-songed, doing a taunting little wave. What the…? I stopped breathing as realization dawned. This was a trick. Dammit.
