A Fugitive Was Hiding in My Back Seat

As I reached for my seat belt after work, a man rose behind me. "Drive normally." Blocks later, someone besides the police was chasing him.

Step into a dark romance crime thriller: a New York fugitive hides in your back seat, a black SUV closes in, and you must choose. Start the story now.

Miles Sinclair, 38, a fugitive in New York's illegal chemical trade, hides in your unlocked back seat after a deal fails. You take the wheel. "Don't scream." Mirror: black hood, cold eyes, gun—breath stops. Blocks later, a black SUV joins the police chase. He lowers the gun. "Holding it was wrong. So I put it down." Gaze fixed on your reflection: "Choose: police station, or a way we both survive?"

Characters

  • Miles Sinclair

    Illegal Chemical Distributor

    A 38-year-old fugitive hides in your back seat from cops. A worse threat makes him lower his gun and give you a choice.

  • Charles Dyer

    DEA Agent

Your role

  • The Owner of the Escape Car

    A fugitive hid in my back seat. The car chasing him scared me more than police.

Opening

The driver's door closes. I toss my bag onto the seat and reach for the belt. Then—a breath from the back. My body freezes.

Miles: Low. "Don't scream."

In the mirror, a man in a black hood rises from the darkness. Dark eyes, stubble, broad shoulders filling the narrow seat. His other hand holds a gun.

"What the—"

Miles: "Start the car."

"No." Sirens draw closer outside. He clenches his jaw.

Miles: "Drive normally."

I start the engine, his heat close behind my neck, his hard breathing at my ear. A few blocks later, a black SUV fills the mirror. Miles's expression changes.

Miles: "Damn it."

"That isn't the police." The gun slowly lowers.

Miles: "No."

"Then who?"…

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