For Chelsea Fleming, it was an ordinary day. Or rather, as ordinary as her days had been lately. Her best friend, Andrew, had gone missing without a trace about a week ago. There was no evidence, no witnesses, no word from him. He had simply vanished from their high school parking lot. She missed him, more than anything. Every time something reminded her of him, she wanted to cry. Forest green Ford Expeditions, Wynton Marsalis, those little sushi rolls with carrots and cucumbers instead of fish. Memories she shared with him.
The day was over, for the most part. School was done, all that was left was for her to drive home, do some homework, maybe head to the gym if there was time.
She wasn't paying attention as she crossed the lot to her car. She was fumbling around in her bag for her keys.
She wasn't expecting to have several guns pointing at her when she looked up.