Suddenly the electrical power was off in the house as well as her phone. Nothing was working. It was a quiet day at the ocean. So there weren't any impending storms.
In the distance she saw the black Cadillac. Alone. She held her position and crouched down under the tall grasses by her purple home. She was glad to be wearing camo clothing. She needed it now.
Janel removed the short wave radio and called her friends at the Hampton marina. She was glad they were less than five minutes away.
"Jack, I am in trouble. Someone is after me. Could you pick me up now?"
"Absolutely, kiddo. Roger out."
Desert camo is a lifesaver at the beach. She was fully suited. Head to toe.
Just then she heard a couple of boats. Jack came prepared. He had known Janel since they were children growing up in Baltimore. His father was a bay pilot and Jack knew everything about boats. Years of working as Coast Guard rescue held him in good stead. He missed the action and was ecstatic to be needed again.
"Oh my God. He's brought an armada!" Janel thought.
"Hurry, get in. We're outta here!", Jack said.
Jack whisked her off but a few of his buddies stayed behind. They went into her cottage and outfitted it with surveillance cameras, motion detectors and loud speakers. It was good to have friends who were former FBI agents.
Janel, Jack and his friends met back at the rescue headquarters. Immediately, they hooked up their laptops to keep tabs on Janel's place. No sooner than they had the screen up, they saw two men walk around her cottage.
Seeing her car outside, they left. A note was tacked on her front door.
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