TITLE: Untitled WIP
GENRE: Romantic Suspense
Carole is in danger because her name was sold to the drug cartel enemies of a man who'd once been obsessed with/stalked her. Arriving home she discovers her garage door is inexplicably open and she calls the cops. One comes to her (gay) neighbor Oliver's to talk to her.
“Mrs. Higgins? I—“
Boom! A flash of light and the windows rattled. Carole screamed as the cop flung himself forward and knocked her down.
Her head hit the floor, pain swarmed around her skull. The officer rolled off of her, pushing her away. Her pulse raced and her lungs couldn’t seem to hold enough air.
“Move! Get to the back of the house! Stay low and away from the windows."
Oliver crawled over and she gazed up at his unfocused face. Dizziness and nausea warred with panic as he helped her roll over on her knees. Quico. Quico was here threatening her again. The drumming of her blood pounded in her ears. Oliver leaned over, his mouth moved but the words didn’t register. Not the first time, or the second. Finally her brain caught up with what he said.
“We need to move.” Oliver's voice was laced with panic. “Come on Carole. Breathe. In two, out two. Good, again. Breathe. In two, out two.”
She mimicked him, her heart still raced but the drumming in her ears diminished.
“You got it? Let’s go.” Oliver draped his arm across her shoulders. They awkwardly crawled toward the kitchen, Oliver half dragging her. Behind them a loud speaker blared from the street telling people to stay inside.
Carole lay on the floor of the kitchen her head pounding and fuzzy, her heart racing. Mendes had been right, Quico could reach out to her here. She wasn't sure she could survive his attention a second time.