The interior smelled of expensive leather and heavy cologne.
Jillian slammed the heavy door shut and locked it immediately.
She threw herself flat onto the soft leather back seat.
She gasped for air as the air conditioning cooled her face.
Jillian: Please drive!
She yelled toward the front window without looking up yet.
Jillian: Just take me to the nearest police station!
The car did not move an inch down the road.
The engine just idled smoothly under the tall oak trees.
Jillian lifted her head and glanced into the rear-view mirror.
She froze when her eyes met the reflection looking back.
A grey-haired man in a tailored dark suit sat upright.
His face was completely calm, without a single line of concern.
It was her uncle Arthur sitting in the passenger seat.
Arthur: You always were a runner, Jillian.
Jillian: Uncle Arthur... how did you know I was here?
Arthur: I know everything that happens on this property.
Jillian: Unlock the doors right now!
Arthur: That would be very foolish of me, my dear.
The two security guards reached the stationary black vehicle.
They stopped beside the rear window and tapped the glass once.
Arthur slowly rolled down his front window an inch.
Arthur: Follow us back to the main house immediately.
The guard nodded silently and stepped away from the car.
Jillian pulled hard on the interior door handle three times.
The child lock mechanism kept the latch completely frozen place.
Jillian: You forged my father's signature on those legal papers!
Arthur: Your father was no longer capable of managing his estate.
Jillian: He trusted you with the family business!
Arthur: Trust is a luxury for weak people, Jillian.
Arthur turned his head slightly toward the silent driver.
Arthur: Drive.
The driver put the transmission into gear and stepped forward.
The heavy car turned smoothly back toward the private gates.
Jillian slumped against the seat as tears filled her eyes.
She had run right into the middle of his trap.
The high stone walls of the mansion pulled near again.
The heavy gates closed shut automatically behind the black car.
She was right back where her nightmare had started.