“Where are we going?” “Head to Highway 101 and go south,” Posar said, leaning forward to stare at Sean as he removed his hat and peeled away a fake beard. Sean tried to stifle his reaction to the horrible scars marring the right side of Posar’s face. The twisted and puckered skin made his eye bulge in a grotesque way. His ear, now visible without the cap, was nothing more than a hole in his head. The muffled shouts of Officer Garrett drew Sean’s gaze to the rearview mirror. The officer was running after them. Gripping the steering wheel tight, Sean said, “You’ll never get away with this.” The man chuckled, a sinister sound that reverberated through the cab of the truck. “We’ll see.” Sean glanced at Lauren. She appeared to be in shock. Her face had gone pasty white, her breathing shallow as she stared straight ahead. Posar slid his arm around Lauren, his gloved hand clamping on her shoulder. “Miss me?” Posar said. She whimpered and leaned toward Sean. Anger mushroomed in Sean’s veins.
