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I was still staring at my phone when I heard a car come to a rolling stop in front of the house, right behind where my own car was parked. I figured it had to be Cassie because that’s where she always parked but I looked up and saw a silver Acura. Someone was pressed against the passenger side window, someone with blonde hair, a girl.

She suddenly slumped down, almost sliding down out of sight. All I could see of her companion was that he was male. The car pulled away from the curb and drove quietly down the street, pausing at the end of the block and turning into the park down there.

I stood up and stared at the red brake lights. A second later the brake lights cut out. A chill crept up my spine as I squinted at the parked vehicle.

Every dormant instinct for danger told me something bad, very bad, was going on in that car.

And Cassie’s in there.

I didn’t take the time to think.

I jumped off the porch and broke into a full sprint.