A Touch Of Winter (A Short Story) - Plot & Excerpts
Despite the air conditioning, her T- shirt was already damp from the Honduran heat. ‘ You have to get me out of here.’ Every flight to the States was full and now she had a bigger problem. Two of them, to be precise. They had been on her tail since she left the hotel and the dark eyed one with the scar on his cheek was horribly familiar. She almost missed her editor’s reply. ‘I’m on it. Give me an hour and I’ ll—’ When Scarface rose to his feet, Abbie’s heart dropped like a stone and she swallowed hard. This was an international airport. They couldn’t just take her. Her gut told her something different. She had seen enough in the past two weeks to know that these men could do whatever they wanted, and no one would stop them. ‘Josh, I don’t think I have an hour.’ ‘How close are they?’ Abbie gripped the handset tighter. ‘Would you be upset if I said thirty feet? I’m a sitting duck here. I can’t get a signal on my cell. I’ll find another payphone if I can’t stay on this one.’ A string of expletives followed.
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