As she approached the Faculty Center, Amy thought once more about Don. Really, she was being paranoid. There was no reason to suspect he’d cross the line with her. It was only her research that had her spooked. She…
The umbrella jerked sharply to the left, propelling Amy off the sidewalk and toward the side of the Faculty Center. It took her a moment to realize that this was not the wind, that someone had grabbed her and pulled her away. She tripped and fell down, into the bushes, the leaves and branches scraping her cheeks and arms as she toppled. She let out a surprised groan, an “ungh” that got lost in the rain.
A gloved hand clamped down over Amy’s mouth and her flight instinct finally kicked in.