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This would be the
end of her life if Saundra got to the authorities. Driving back the
way she came, Jasmine continued to look for Saundra. She
couldn’t have gotten far , she thought. Reaching for her phone,
she dialed Maurice’s number. The phone rang six times before going
to voicemail. He was pissing her off. It was like he was playing
games with her. He knew he needed to be next to his phone, and yet,
he was not answering again.
     
    Jasmine noticed a truck sitting to the side
of the road. The headlights were on and the truck was obviously
idle. Now she was paranoid. She redialed Maurice, not taking her
eyes off the truck. There was movement inside as her eyes connected
with Maurice. She hit the brakes hard, her tires squealing and
coughing up dust.
     
    Putting the car in park, Jasmine jumped out
and ran to the driver’s side. Maurice rolled down the window.
     
    “ Why aren’t you answering
your phone?” she yelled. “Do you know what I’m going through? Do
you think this is a game? I . . . ”
     
    Her words trailed off when a trembling
Saundra came into view in the passenger seat. She reached in and
slapped Maurice across his arm.
     
    “ You got her! Why didn’t
you just say so? Open the door!”
     
    Jasmine went around to the passenger side
and reached for the door, but Saundra hit the lock button to keep
Jasmine out.
     
    “ She’s crazy!” Saundra
yelled at Maurice.
     
    In a tough situation, Maurice tried to
figure out whether to see this thing through.
     
    “ Wait,” Saundra said, an
eerie feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. “What does she
mean? Why didn’t you tell her you had me?”
     
    “ Maurice, unlock the
door!” Jasmine yelled.
     
    He sighed heavily and unlocked the door.
Jasmine yanked the door open, reached in, and grabbed for
Saundra.
     
    Saundra kicked and swung at Jasmine,
desperate to keep her away. Jasmine grabbed one of her legs,
pulling her out of the car. Saundra hit the ground with a hard
thud.
     
    “ Ouch!” she
screamed.
     
    “ More than that will be
hurting if you don’t stop fighting me,” Jasmine threatened.
“There’s no use.”
     
    Saundra screamed and kicked. She would never
give up. Maurice jumped out of the car and hurried to the passenger
side.
     
    “ Get away from me!”
Saundra screamed at him.
     
    “ Calm down . . . calm
down!” he repeated.
     
    “ No! Nooo!” Saundra
yelled, kicking and swinging.
     
    Maurice helped Jasmine get Saundra off the
ground. He held her tightly while Jasmine tied her hands with the
same duct tape she’d escaped from earlier. Jasmine ran to the car
and popped her trunk.
     
    “ Throw her in the back,”
she ordered Maurice.
     
    Saundra shook her head no and begged.
     
    “ Please . . . please don’t
put me in that trunk. I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise!” she
yelled.
     
    Jasmine tore a long piece of duct tape off,
placing it over Saundra’s mouth.
     
    “ Someone’s coming,”
Maurice said, gesturing to the car coming down the road.
     
    He picked Saundra up and carried her to the
driver’s side of his truck, where she would be hidden from view.
Jasmine quickly closed the trunk of her car. The last thing she
needed was someone seeing Teresa’s corpse. The car stopped and the
window rolled down. A Caucasian male with a long beard leaned
out.
     
    “ You need help, pretty
lady?” he asked, his thick country accent evident.
     
    Jasmine smiled brightly. “No, I’m good. But
thanks.”
     
    “ You sure you don’t need
any help? I’ve got just about anything you might need in the
trunk.”
     
    “ Oh no. My friend over
here helped me.”
     
    He sized Maurice up. “I guess. Well, take it
easy.”
     
    Jasmine and Maurice watched as the car made
its way down the road. Jasmine then went to the driver’s side of
Maurice’s GMC Sierra.
     
    “ Put her in the trunk of
your truck,” she said.
     
    “ I’ll put her in the back
seat,” Maurice countered.
     
    “ You need to put her