Audiobook Narrator Reel
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nobody wants to run someone down in the road for a long time. Afterwards, call Seabury wondered if things might have worked out better if his van had slammed the woman into plenty oblivion. He was piloting £3500. Afford engineering along the road is wet. It's a solid river. When something came at him, he didn't even see a shape, let alone a woman just a hint of colour that extracted itself from the black wall of trees on his right instinct, ****** in his foot ******* the brake. There was a screech of rubber that sent birds panicking from the treetops like gravity defying leaves, a seat belt cut hard across his chest as he was thrown forward. The van sat stored and silent headlights illuminating the curving road ahead and a woman in a sudden some address what the Jesus. A cull began but froze when she grabbed his shirt in two tight fists. You gotta help, May, she mooned autopilot, kicked in on a bright summer's day. He might have told her to calm down, might just stepped out of the van and led her to the side of the road to seek an explanation. But it was dark and eerie out there. And that fired an alarm in his mind. Her head smacked the window, but she didn't seem to care. And neither did he just needed to get out of there. What the ****'s going on? Is he gone? She croaked. Was he chasing you? Kull realised his error. Even as he asked the question. Of course. The guy was chasing her e. All in black, on her face, coated in fear. What did he want? You know him. Where did he come from? What you doing out here? He took a breath aware that his rapid speaking broadcast his own panicking heart. The man in black was gone and the woman safe.