As they drove toward the foothills and their favorite hiking area, a raccoon ran out from the tree-lined side of the road. Acting quickly, Gary swerved slightly off the road to avoid hitting the animal and when he swerved back onto the road, he found the steering was difficult. A light on the dashboard showed low pressure in one tire. Gary cursed under his breath and pulled the car over. He got out and examined the damage. Stacy got out and walked around to the back.
“Flat tire,” Gary said. “It shouldn’t take too long to fix and we’ll be back on the road.”
“I’ll open the trunk,” Stacy said, and trotted back to the passenger side.
As Gary was getting out the jack, a black sedan pulled up behind him and stopped. A husky young man got out of the car and walked up to Gary.
“Flat tire?” the young man asked.
“Near run-in with a raccoon. Shouldn’t take too long to fix though.”
“Happy to give you a hand if you want,” the young man said. “I was just going up for a hike so I have time.”
“I’ve got it,” Gary said, walking around to the flat tire. “Thanks though.”
“You look very familiar to me,” the young man said. “I’m Doug. Doug Wilson.”
Doug stuck out his hand. Gary reacted and shook the man’s hand. “Now that you mention it,” Gary said, studying the man, “You seem familiar to me as well. Have we met?”
The two stood shaking hands and studying each other.
“You’re the kidnapper!” Doug said smiling.
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