Bella

Bella Anapolis leaves the restaurant where she works and steps out into a snowy night. Not ten feet from the exit door a man roars out of the shadows and drags her to a truck, snapping handcuffs on her wrists. He’s a huge, red-headed monster, and he’s not afraid to show his face. They drive off into the storm, the truck slipping and sliding.
Confident and relaxed he explains her husband wants her gone. She’s worth more to him that way, and the kidnapper laughs, finding the situation funny. Until he gets into a skid and slams the truck into a bridge.
Bella gets hold of the kidnapper’s handgun. A police cruiser stops, red lights flashing as the storm rages, and the cop starts over to investigate. The kidnapper is resigned to going back to jail. Then Bella makes him an offer; she asks if he will continue with the murder, just switch sides?
The kidnapper doesn’t hesitate
“Hell, yes,” he says.