When a money-laden tyrant begins returning Lake Simco to a primitive wilderness, the first thing he discovers there is Frankie Hatterly. She's seventeen, tall, blonde, and built. His money can get him anything he wants, and he wants her. But Frankie has other plans. In her flight from his obsession, she finds her life's true path...
She had the car up on the jack and the tire off when she became aware of an approaching vehicle. In the darkness, out of the snow storm it came, slowly and hesitantly, then stopped inches from her rear bumper. A uniformed police officer got out of the unmarked car.
“Hello young lady…it looks like you could use some help.” He gave her a big grin. Unbeknownst to her he had called in the plate number before getting out of the car. He got right into finishing the tire change, stopping only to walk back and answer his radio. He returned frowning.
“Miss could I see your driver’s license and ownership papers?”
“Is something wrong?”
“You sit in the back of my car a minute. This car is reported as stolen.” Frankie’s heart sank. She cursed silently. He had her by the arm, leading her through the snow to the back seat of his car.
She knew if she got in there, she wouldn’t easily get out. Her legs went out from under her and down she went on the icy road. He grabbed to catch her, his jaw completely exposed. Her fist smashed into his jaw and he reared back, then she kicked his legs out from under him and slammed her boot against his head. He collapsed in a heap. She got up, aimed another kick and put him out good. Then she cuffed him…
