Jessica

Just after midnight along a lonely highway, thirty minutes from Boise, Jessica's Toyota rumbled, slowed; she roughly clutched the wheel, pulled off the shoulder.

Exiting the SUV, muttering a curse; the rear left tire'd blown. The trees bordering the highway blew ominously in the cooling summer breeze, a full moon stared down at her accusingly. Shivering despite herself, tried to think what to do.

Suddenly, a muffled cry came from her trunk, a thud. As luck would have it, another car approached. Waving her arms, the car slowed to park behind her Toyota. Jessica knew she'd have two victims tonight.