Sara stood by the concrete pillar on level three of the downtown parking garage. It was late, and the air smelled of exhaust fumes and cold cement. She checked her phone and saw a new message from an unsaved number. "I am here. Walk to the black sedan in the far corner."
Sara took a deep breath and walked across the empty garage, her high heels clicking loudly against the concrete. Her husband, David, was at home asleep, thinking she was working a late shift at the hospital. In reality, she was meeting a man she had only talked to online for the past two weeks. He called himself Master X, and he had promised her an experience she would never forget.
The black sedan was sleek and expensive. The tinted driver's window rolled down as she approached. She could not see his face clearly in the
