Ice Cold Killer. Cindi Myers

into Drive when lights blinded her. A car or truck, its headlights on bright, was speeding toward her. She put up one hand to shield her eyes, and used the other hand to flash her high beams. Whoever was in that vehicle was driving much too fast, and didn’t he realize he was blinding her?

      She eased over closer to the side of the road, annoyance building, but irritation gave way to fear as she realized the other car wasn’t slowing, and it wasn’t moving over. She slammed her hand into the horn, the strident blare almost blocking the sound of the racing engine, but still, the oncoming vehicle didn’t slow or veer away.

      Panic climbed her throat and she scarcely had time to brace herself before the other car hit her, driving her car into the ditch and engulfing her in darkness.