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look here! You were the one who was driving like a bat out of hell. You could’ve killed us!” Dwayne watched the woman pale even from the dim light given off from his car.
    â€œI have to go,” she said dully and turned back to start her car. It wouldn’t start. She pumped the accelerator, hoping the engine would kick in. It didn’t work. She tried again.
    â€œMa’am, you’re flooding your engine.”
    Sonya stopped and cast angry eyes at him.
    â€œI suppose you’re going to blame me for that also,” he accused, his own hostility mounting.
    Sonya clenched her mouth shut and reached over to slam her car door.
    Dwayne stared at the driver. Her ungratefulness agitated him. I have better things to do than to stand here in the pouring rain and let this woman treat me like this.
    Dwayne stormed back to his car but didn’t bother to start it. His conscience wouldn’t allow him to leave a woman stranded no matter how upset he got.
    Sonya watched as the stranger departed. Was his leaving supposed to scare her? She could care less if he left. She continued to watch him open the door to a beautiful golden luxury car. She wasn’t sure what type of car it was from this angle, but it resembled a Lincoln. When he didn’t attempt to start his car, Sonya intended on giving him a look of indifference. Yet when their eyes met, they were both held prisoners by something powerful. Sonya felt the intensity of his dark gray eyes. Handsome, she thought. His mature features appeared to have been created by an artist’s skilled hands. There was a sense of familiarity about him.
    Sonya realized she was gawking at the stranger and jerked her head away, chastising herself for her bold behavior. She reached and turned the ignition. It started. She gave a quick prayer of thanks, and then without a backward glance, drove away from the parked Lincoln.
    Thirty minutes later, Sonya arrived at her sister’s house. She was blinded by the flashing blue lights that lit up the small subdivision. She parked behind an Atlanta police car and jumped out and ran toward the house. But she was quickly grabbed by one of the officers at the scene.
    â€œSorry, ma’am. This is a restricted area.”
    â€œThis is my sister’s house. I have to see my sister!”
    â€œI’m sorry, ma’am. But I can’t let you through.”
    â€œLike hell you can’t!” Sonya pushed past the officer only to find herself jerked back.
    â€œI understand your situation, ma’am—but if you try to go on this property, I will have to arrest you.”
    â€œArrest me? You can’t arrest me—”
    â€œWhat seems to be the problem, ma’am?” another officer cut in.
    â€œI want to see my sister,” Sonya answered, lowering her voice.
    â€œYour sister? Are you Sonya Walters, ma’am?”
    â€œYes, I am.”
    â€œI’m Sergeant Freeman. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
    â€œWhere is my sister?” Sonya ignored the sergeant’s question.
    â€œWe’ve already taken her downtown for questioning.”
    Sonya turned to run back to her car when Sergeant Freeman grabbed her arm. Sonya turned back and flashed him an angry glare. He released her arm.
    â€œSorry, ma’am. But I was hoping to ask you a few questions.”
    â€œAre you arresting me?” she asked coldly.
    â€œWell, no, ma’am,” he answered.
    â€œThen I have nothing to say to you.”
    Sonya left the crime scene and focused on getting down Peachtree Street where the Atlanta Police Department was located. I was nearly 3:00 a.m. when she arrived. She entered the station and found her way to the front desk, where she rudely interrupted the officer talking on the phone. “I’m here to see my sister, Laura Durden.”
    The heavy officer ignored Sonya’s interference and continued his conversation.
    â€œExcuse me! I want to see Laura