The horn blast shattered the silence, and her heart thumped a few uneven beats as she slowed to a walk. The black car, still hugging the roadâ€™s gravel shoulder, eased to the center of the lane as it crested the hill and disappeared in the bright light ahead. She stared and shivered in the shady woods and, after catching her breath, quickened her pace as she approached the long driveway at the base of the downslope. Normally, this final half-mile stretch was a cooldown after a run, but not this time.
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