The MINI Cooper sat in the empty parking lot about three hundred feet from the shoreline of Lake Belton. Inside the car, the busy young couple kissed and fondled each other. Neither of them ever saw the shadowy figure slink toward their car from behind the row of trees. Nor did they know that death was coming with him.
The young man pulled back when he heard someone whistling a tune. His arm slid off her.
“What is it?” she asked, flipping a tendril of hair off her forehead..
He held a finger up.
He wiped the condensation off the steamed up side window. A glance outside. Nothing.
“I don’t hear anything,” she said.
A few moments of dead silence broken only by the thumping of the driver’s heart.
“Humph.” He shrugged. “Thought I heard somebody whistling.”
“C’mere,” she said pulling his head over to her. “I got something that’ll make you whistle.”
The back end of the car began rocking up and down.
“Who’s doing that...” the driver said. He looked out his side window then out hers as if he could actually see anything through the steamed up windows.
He twisted his body to gaze out the rear window but it was no better than the others.
The rocking started again.
“Okay, that’s it.” He pushed the door open and crawled out.
Cool air gushed in.
He took a couple of steps toward the rear then yelled. “What the hell, man?”
A loud grunt followed by a thud. The car shook for a split second.
The young woman’s eyes widened. She leaned toward the driver’s seat and peered out the open door.
A couple of seconds passed. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the lake onto the rocky shore.
She shouted his name louder. “Jerome?”
The words “Oh God” tumbled out of her mouth rapid-fire fashion while she fumbled in her purse for the cell phone. Her head rotating like an owl, searching for her missing boyfriend and hoping whoever or whatever was out there really wasn’t.
The car rocked up and down more violently.
She screamed. One of those eardrum-busting shrieks that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. Her purse fell on the floorboard.
Suddenly the rocking stopped.
She groped along the floorboard for her cell phone.
Her door flew open.
She screamed as a big hand yanked her out of the car by the hair.