PART 2 OF 6
Pressure
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Elena did not call anyone from the road.
That surprised even her.
She drove twenty-seven miles before stopping at a gas station, parking beneath a security camera, and taking photographs of everything.
The torn license.
The scrape on her wrist from the pat-down.
The position of the federal credential marker on the back of the broken card.
The time displayed on her dashboard.