Source...Part 9:It was dark. I was hurt. I was fleeing from Jordan. And, I had lost direction.In the distance across the lake to the west, skyscrapers' city lights began their initial sparkling and lit the night's sky. I glanced up quickly, and raindrops met my gaze. I shivered as a sudden chill in the air attacked my bare arms.I checked, and Detective Morrison's mobile phone was as dead as he was.His car was the only option that remained. I started in that direction when suddenly, behind me the front door slammed shut. I glanced cautiously over my shoulder and glimpsed Jordan racing down the steps. Escape was impossible with wind gusts ushering in blinding rain.However, I made it to the park where vehicles were allowed to park while visiting the caverns. Fumbling with the keys, I finally located Detective Morrison's car. Several cranks, but the car wouldn't start. I left the keys on the car seat and headed in another direction.The pier stood just on the other side. I couldn't crouch, so I hobbled as fast as I could toward the long, narrow clearing leading to the dense woods. A few feet from my lake cabin. My family's boat would be docked where I could hide inside undetected.By now my leg and ankle were dead weight. But I kept moving. Jordan never left my thoughts. I wasn't afraid of the dark or the woods. But knowing someone was chasing me with the intent to kill was terrifying.I decided to avoid the trail leading to the pier; opting instead to take the long wayThe overgrown brush filled with limbs and twigs slowed my progress as I navigated the path. But I kept moving.*Unfortunately, Jordan knew every aspect of my life since our meeting, including the family boat which he'd visited numerous weekends. But on the boat was working radio equipment to contact authorities. If only I coul
