She stands by the road even though it has been hours and several cars had passed without stopping. Maybe she's not pretty enough, because supposedly it's real easy for girls to hitchhike.
She's about to give up and walk back the few miles to the town she had left behind earlier, when a black car appears. She waves and - miraculously - the car pulls over. The passenger door opens.
"Need a ride?" a voice says.
*
"Who is she?" the FBI agent asks and squats down to take a look at the body.
Officer Clarke shrugs. "Don't know yet. Probably some hitchhiker."
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To je tak... duté. (Myslím to
Dangerous
To je tak... duté. (Myslím to, jak to rezonuje.)