C78 Gregorian AKA Zhivargo On the Run

I got out of the car, grabbing the purse and was about to run into the bushes below, and thought what a bad idea that was. I was making dumb decisions; I might get caught. Bright beams lit my back, and my shadow was before me. I held my breath, afraid to look up, but I did. A Ford F-150 was about fifteen feet away from me.

He probably thought I was a basket case. "You kinda cute," he said