She waved him back and pointed to her mailbox at the end of the driveway to let him know she was just checking the mail. He waved to let her know he understood and closed his car door.A white Camry turned the corner onto the street. Amanda glanced at the unfamiliar car. A flicker of unease passed through her. She hurriedly grabbed the mail, quickly noting there were only bills, not the new movie from her mail-order movie club that she’d been expecting. Maybe tomorrow. She had plenty of movies in the house she could re-watch. No big deal.The sound of the car’s engine was much louder now. Amanda closed the mailbox and hurried up the driveway, back toward the safety of her house. Tires squealed behind her, and she jerked around to see the Camry barreling into her driveway. She gasped and dove out of the way, hitting the ground hard and rolling onto her back as the car screeched to a halt, its front bumper narrowly missing her.A man holding a camera jumped out of the car, along with a familiar-looking blonde woman.
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