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The whole damned, sanctimonious, God-fearing bunch

of them knew there was a 'reasonable doubt' I didn't commit that murder and that's why they didn't recommend the death penalty. They'd all watched too much Perry Mason—they figured if I didn't do it, I

should be able to prove who did."

Julie felt the perspiration break out on her palms at the rage in his voice. Now, more than ever before, she realized how imperative it was to make him believe she sympathized with him. "But you weren't guilty, were you? You just couldn't prove who really murdered your wife, is that it?" she persevered in a trembling voice.

"What difference does it make?" he snapped.

"It m-makes a difference to me."

For a moment he studied her in frozen silence and then his voice made one of its abrupt, compellingly soft turns. "If it truly makes a difference to you, then no, I didn't kill her."

He was lying, of course. He had to be. "I believe you." Trying to heap more reassurances on him, she added, "And if you are innocent, then you have every right to try to escape from prison."

His answer was an uncomfortably long silence during which she felt his piercing gaze examining every

feature on her face, then he said abruptly, "The sign said there's a phone up ahead. Pull over when you see it."

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"All right."

The telephone was beside the road and Julie pulled off into the drive. She was watching the outside rearview mirror in hopes of seeing a trucker or some other driver she could flag down but there was little traffic on the snowy road. His voice made her snap her head around just as he pulled her car keys from the ignition. "I hope," he said in a sardonic voice,

"you won't think I doubt your word about believing I'm

innocent and wanting to see me escape. I'm simply taking the car keys because I happen to be a very cautious man."

Julie amazed herself by managing to shake her head and say convincingly, "I don't blame you." With a brief smile, he got out of the car, but he kept his hand in his pocket with the gun as a deliberate menacing

reminder to her, and he left the passenger door open, undoubtedly so he could see what she was doing while he made his call. Short of trying to outrun him and a possible bullet, Julie had no hope of escaping right now, but she could start preparing for the future. As he stepped into the snow, she said with all the

meekness she could muster, "Would you mind if I get a pen and paper out of my purse so that I can make some notes while you're on the phone—you know, jot down feelings and things so that I can use them in my book?" Before he could refuse, which he looked about to do, she reached cautiously for her purse on the back seat while pointing out reasons he shouldn't deny her request. "Writing always calms my nerves," she said, "and you can search my purse, if you like. You'll see I don't have another set of keys or any weapons." To prove it she opened the purse and handed it to him. He gave her an impatient,

preoccupied look that made her feel as if he didn't believe her story about writing a novel for a moment and was simply going along with it to keep her docile.

"Go ahead," he said, handing the purse to her.

As he turned away, Julie pulled out a small note pad and her pen. Keeping an eye on his back, she watched him pick up the telephone and put coins in it, then she quickly wrote the same message on three different slips of paper:
CALL POLICE. I'VE BEEN

KIDNAPPED.
From the corner of her eye, she saw him watching her and she waited until he turned away to talk to whoever he was calling, then she tore off the first three sheets, folded them in half and tucked them into the outside pocket of her purse where she could easily reach them. She opened the notebook again and stared at it, her mind frantically searching for ways to pass the notes to people who could aid her. Struck with a plausible idea, she stole a glance at him to be sure he wasn't looking, then she quickly took one of the notes from her purse and folded it into a ten-dollar bill from her wallet.

She had a plan, she was executing it, and the knowledge that she was now taking some control of her

future banished much of her lingering fear and panic. The rest of her newfound calm owed itself to something besides having a plan in mind. The feeling came from an instinctive but unshakable conviction

that one thing Zachary Benedict had said was true: He did not want to harm her. Therefore, he wasn't going to shoot her in cold blood. In fact, if she tried to escape now, she was certain he would chase her, but he wouldn't shoot her unless it looked as if she were going to flag down a passing car. Since there were no cars coming, Julie saw no point in flinging open her door and making a break for it right now—not when he could outrun her, and all she would gain was to put him permanently on his guard.

Better by far to appear to cooperate and lull him into relaxing as much as possible. Zachary Benedict might be an ex-con, but she wasn't the gullible, easily intimidated coward she'd been acting like until now.

Once, she'd had to live by her wits, she reminded herself bracingly. While he was a pampered teenage movie idol, Julie was lying and stealing and surviving on the streets! If she concentrated on that now,

she'd be able to hold her own with him, she was absolutely positive! Well,
almost
positive. So long as she kept her head, she had an excellent chance of winning this contest of wits. Taking her notebook out,

she began jotting down saccharine comments about her kidnapper in case he asked to see what she'd written. Finished, she reread her absurd

commentary:

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Zachary Benedict is fleeing from unjust

imprisonment caused by a biased jury. He seems to be an

intelligent, kind, warm man—a victim of

circumstances. I believe in him.

The commentary was, she decided with an inner grimace, the worst piece of pure fiction ever written.

So

engrossed was she that she experienced only a momentary jolt of dread when she realized he'd finished

his call and was climbing into the car. Quickly closing the notebook and shoving it into her purse, she

asked politely, "Did you talk to whoever it is you're trying to call?"

His eyes narrowed sharply on her smile and she had an uneasy feeling she was overdoing her

"comradely" performance. "No. He's still there, but he isn't in his room. I'll try again in a half hour or so."

Julie was digesting that tidbit of useless information when he reached for her purse and took out her notebook. "Just a precaution," he said in a sardonic voice as he flipped open the notebook. "You understand, I'm sure?"

"I understand," Julie averred, caught between nervous hilarity and chagrin as she watched his jaw slacken when he read what she'd written.

"Well?" she said, widening her eyes with sham innocence. "What do you think?"

He closed the notebook and slid it back into her purse. "I think you're too gullible to be turned loose in

the world if you actually believe all that."

"I'm very gullible," she eagerly assured him, turning on the ignition and pulling out onto the highway. If he

thought her stupid and naive, that was great, terrific.

Chapter 20

For the next half hour, they drove in silence with only an occasional desultory comment about the bad weather and worsening driving conditions, but Julie was watching the side of the road for a billboard that would enable her to put her plan into action. Any billboard that advertised a fast food restaurant at an approaching exit would do. When she finally saw one, her heart doubled its beat. "I know you probably

don't want to stop and go into a restaurant, but I'm starving," she said carefully, pleasantly. "That sign says there's a McDonald's up ahead. We could get some food at the drive-through window."

He glanced at the clock and started to shake his head, so she hastily added, "I have to eat something every couple of hours because I have…" she hesitated a split second, thinking frantically for the right

medical term for a problem she didn't have "…

hypoglycemia! I'm sorry, but if I don't eat something, I get

very ill and faint and…"

"Fine, we'll stop there."

Julie almost shouted with nervous triumph when she pulled off on the exit ramp and the McDonald's golden arches came into view. The restaurant was between two open lots with a kiddy playground on the

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side of it. "We're stopping just in time," she added,

"because I'm feeling so dizzy that I won't be able to drive much longer."

Ignoring his narrowed look, Julie flipped on the turn indicator and pulled into the McDonald's entrance.

Despite the storm, there were several cars in the parking lot, though not nearly so many as Julie wished

there were, and she could see a few families seated at the tables inside the restaurant. Following the directions on the sign, she drove around behind the restaurant to the drive-through window and stopped at the speaker. "What would you like?" she asked.

Before his imprisonment, Zack wouldn't have stopped at a fast-food restaurant like this if he had to go

all day without eating. Now he discovered his mouth was watering at the thought of a simple hamburger and french fries. Freedom did that, he decided after telling Julie what he wanted to eat. Freedom made the air smell fresher and food sound better. It also made a man more tense and suspicious, because there

was something about his captive's overbright smile that was making him extremely wary. She looked so fresh and ingenuous with those big blue eyes and soft smile, but she'd switched much too quickly from terrified captive to furious hostage to her current attitude of friendly ally.

Julie repeated their order into the microphone—two cheeseburgers, two french fries, two Cokes.

"That'll be $5.09," the voice said over the microphone. "Please drive around to the first window."

As she pulled up alongside the first window, she saw him dig into his pocket for money, but she shook her head adamantly, already reaching into her purse.

"I'll buy," she said, managing to look straight into his eyes. "It's my treat. I insist."

After a moment's hesitation, he took his hand out of his pocket, but his dark brows drew together into a baffled frown. "That's very sporting of you."

"That's me. I'm a good sport. Everyone always says so," she babbled mindlessly, removing the folded ten-dollar bill with her handwritten note saying that she was being kidnapped folded inside of it. Unable to meet his unnerving gaze any longer, Julie hastily looked away and focused all her attention on the teenage girl in the drive-through window, who was regarding her with bored impatience. The girl's name tag said her name was Tiffany.

"That'll be $5.09," Tiffany said.

Julie held out the ten-dollar bill and stared hard at the girl, her face beseeching. Her life depended on this

bored-looking teenager with a frizzy ponytail. As if in slow motion, Julie saw her unfold the ten-dollar bill… The small notepaper floated to the ground…

Tiffany bent and picked it up, popping her gum…

She straightened… She glanced at Julie… "This yours?" she asked, holding it up, peering into the car without reading what it said.

"I don't know," Julie said, trying to force the girl to read the words. "It might be. What does it say—"

she

began, then stifled a scream as Zachary Benedict's hand clamped on her arm and the barrel of the pistol dug into her side. "Never mind, Tiffany," he said smoothly, leaning around Julie and holding out his hand.

"That's my note. It's part of a joke." The cashier glanced at the note, but it was impossible to tell if she'd

actually read it in the instant before she held it in her outstretched hand toward the car. "Here you are, sir," she said, leaning forward past Julie and handing it to him. Julie ground her teeth as Zachary Benedict gave the girl a phoney, appreciative smile that made Tiffany blush with pleasure as she counted out the change due them from Julie's ten-dollar bill. "Here's your order," she said. Julie automatically reached for the white bags of food and Cokes, her frightened face silently pleading with the girl to call the police or

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the manager or someone! She passed the bags to Benedict without daring to meet his gaze, her hands trembling so violently she nearly dropped the Cokes.

As she drove away from the window, she expected some sort of repercussions from him, but since her plan had failed miserably, Julie was not prepared for the eruption of raw rage she heard: "You stupid little bitch, are you
trying
to get yourself killed? Pull over in the parking lot, right there where she can see us, she's watching."

Julie obeyed automatically, her chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow little breaths. "Eat this," he commanded, shoving the cheeseburger in her face.

"And smile with every bite, or so help me God…"

Again, Julie obeyed. She chewed without tasting, every fiber of her being concentrated on calming her shattered nerves so that she could think again. The tension in the car grew into a taut, living thing that added to her strained nerves. She spoke simply to break the silence. "C-could I have m-my Coke," she said, reaching for the white sack of drinks on the floor near his feet. His hand clamped on her wrist in a

vice that threatened to break the fragile bones.

"You're hurting me!" Julie cried, assailed by a fresh onslaught of panic. His hand tightened more painfully before he flung her wrist away. She reared back in

her seat, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes, swallowing and rubbing her throbbing arm. Until a few moments ago, he hadn't actually tried to inflict pain on her, and she'd lulled herself with the misconception that he wasn't a depraved

indiscriminate killer but rather a man who'd taken revenge on

his unfaithful wife in an act of jealous insanity. Why, she wondered desperately, had she allowed herself to think that he wouldn't be just as likely to murder a woman whom he'd taken captive or a teenager who could sound an alarm and get him captured. The answer was that she'd been fooled and deluded by her

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