She didn’t recognize the men or the vehicle but that didn’t mean anything at all. It would take them only minutes to realize she wasn’t in the warehouse and then they would look outside.
Tiffany turned and crashed through the brush. Branches whipped at her legs and grabbed at her hair but she tore through them like the hunted animal she was. Footsteps pounded behind her, giving her a last burst of speed.
“Wait! Stop,” a voice called, but she would rather die.
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