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Prologue

With clothes half torn from her body, the thin, pale woman ran for her life. She ran toward the highway—toward the sounds of cars and trucks—toward the hope that someone would save her. She stumbled and ran though the brush with blood and tears mixing together, streaming down her face and neck. She ran, with her head throbbing and her heart pounding, away from the terror. Was he following her? Was he right behind her? If he caught her, he would finish what he had started. She had fought him wildly and managed to escape his deadly grip, but she was bleeding profusely and she could feel herself growing weaker by the moment. She didn’t have the strength to fight him a second time. She had to make it to the highway—or die.

Motorists traveling east on the interstate were shocked to see the bleeding, beaten woman emerge from the brush along the side of the road and collapse. Many of them pulled over and ran to the hysterical woman. One man didn’t even bother to get out of his car. He got off at the next exit ramp, found the nearest phone, and dialed 911.

Within minutes the grateful motorists, who were trying desperately to stop the bleeding on the woman’s face, could hear the wail of sirens in the distance. They assured her that help was on the way.