May 30th excerpt:

Dean’s grip tightened on the cardboard, and he rested his head against the wall of the box. The car had rolled to a stop, and above him Stan moved, the shadows outside the slim window shifting around. Dean couldn’t see anything of the guy out his window.

The window to the side showed some of Stan’s designer clothing, the front was only the footwell of the car, and in the back all Dean could make out was the fabric the box was leaning against. He couldn’t even be 100% certain of the box’s position from what little he could make out.

April 7th excerpt:

Jacob looked back up at his captor in time to see his gaze turn to the window. Jacob glanced at it too, and noted how the world outside was dimming, thanks to the maturing evening. More importantly, it was on the first floor, and anyone (anyone with enough height on their side) would be able to open it and hop out with ease.

Jacob looked back up at the man who had him suspended over the ground in a hand, and tried to make his voice as commanding as possible. “Don’t even think about it!”