No Right to Negotiate

She then walked toward the Mercedes-Benz and knocked on the window.

The man in the car, Vaughn, wound down the window and said calmly, “Get in.”

Cleo opened the car door and got into the passenger’s seat.

As soon as she closed the door, Vaughn threw a box of medicine into her lap.

She picked it up and took a look. Plan B!

“Morning-after pills, huh? How sweet of you, Mr. Lockwood.”

Without hesitati