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Authors: John Gilstrap

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“Travis, there’s no time for this. Now get in.”
“You’re scaring me!” Travis shouted, loud enough to draw attention if anyone was listening.
“Get in the goddamn van!” Jake grabbed his son in a bear hug.
“Put me down!”
Carolyn was ready to panic, her eyes never moving from the spot at the head of the street where the cops would rematerialize any minute. “Oh, God, Travis,” she pleaded. “Don’t yell!”
In a flash, Jake realized the futility of the struggle, and he let the boy go. “Listen to me, Travis,” he explained urgently. “I know this scares you, and that none of it makes sense, but you have
got
to get into the van, and we have
got
to get moving. The police think we’ve done something that we’ve never done, and they are just a block away from us right now.”
“Jake, hurry!” Carolyn was coming unglued.
He ignored her. “I promise I’ll explain it all as soon as we’re down the road a bit. But right now you’ve just got to trust me. If you don’t get in the van right now, your mom and I will be killed. It’s that simple.”
Travis’s mind reeled. Whatever happened to detention slips and lectures from Mr. Menefee? Those were problems he could comprehend. Whatever happened to just getting the shit kicked out of you by Terry Lampier?
“Please, Travis!” his mom begged. She was frantic.
This was wrong. He should just run away—toward the cops, not away from them. His brain screamed these things at him, even as he climbed inside the van and allowed himself to be swallowed up in darkness as the doors closed.
“Oh, honey, please hurry,” Carolyn begged as Jake opened the passenger-side door. She pulled away from the curb the instant her husband’s butt landed heavily in the seat. After completing a sweeping U-turn that brought the front wheels of the van over the top of the curb across the street, she aimed the van toward the Confederate Trail and on toward safety.
“Watch your speed,” Jake warned. “Shoot for two miles over the limit.”
“Somebody tell me what’s going on!” Travis insisted.
In the side-view mirror, Carolyn saw a cop car turn the corner at the top of the hill. “Shit,” she spat. “Here they come.”
Jake whirled in his seat and saw the flashing blue lights in the distance. “Damn.” He struggled out of his seat and crouched behind Carolyn’s headrest to get a look at what she saw in the mirror. “Okay, listen to me,” he said quickly. “We can bluff our way out of this.”
“How?” Panic had turned Carolyn’s voice reedy.
“By being friendly,” Jake soothed. “Listen, they’re not looking for a van, they’re looking for a Subaru or a Celica. They’re not looking for you, they’re looking for me.”
“They’re looking for both of us.”
Jake shrugged, noting the edge of competitiveness in her voice. “Well, both of us weren’t in the school just now. Hey, it’s the best hunch I’ve got. Who knows? Maybe they won’t even pull us over.”
Crouched low, Jake duck-walked back to his son, who looked absolutely terrified. “God, Dad, what’s happening?”
Jake looked at Travis for a long moment, wracking his brain for a simple answer. “We’re escaping,” he said simply. “And as frightening and unfair as it might seem, you’re a part of it.” If Travis appreciated the candor, his face didn’t show it. Jake reached up to one of the shelves and pulled down two green wool Army blankets. “Here,” he said. “Get under this, and don’t make a sound.”
Travis eyed him warily. “Why?”
Jake scooted in closer, until he was nearly nose-to-nose with his son, and grew suddenly very intense. “Travis, listen to me, okay? Things are pretty desperate right now. You can’t keep asking me to explain everything as it happens. Just do it for me. We need to stay invisible.”
Travis’s sky-blue eyes grew wide and wet. Poor kid was scared to death and didn’t even know why. But he nodded and slipped the blanket over his head.
“They’re pulling me over,” Carolyn announced from up front.
Jake dropped to his hands and knees and crawled to the rear corner opposite the one occupied by Travis. With the Glock still out and ready, he covered himself up to his chin with the blanket, noting the sound of the tires crunching gravel as they pulled to a stop on the shoulder. “Remember, Travis,” he whispered, “not a sound.”
The green blob nodded.
“And you remember, Carolyn,” he whispered loudly, “you’re Carrie Durflinger now.” As an afterthought, Jake reached up and locked the back door.
Carolyn inhaled deeply through her nose, held the air, then let it go silently through pursed lips. This newest strategy wasn’t part of the plan, but she supposed it made sense. After Jake’s visit to the school, the police would be looking primarily for him, right? And they’d be looking for him in a different car. This little exercise merely bet their lives on the assumption that the cops wouldn’t make the connection. She started shivering again. The stakes were way too high.
Her first and most immediate problem, she realized, was the .380 in her own hand. Certainly, she didn’t want it out in plain sight, but there wasn’t time to put it away. She compromised by slipping it under her right thigh, thoroughly unconvinced that she’d be able to use it even if she had to.
As she pulled the van to a stop, the police cruiser stopped with her, pulling in close to her rear bumper. She could see the flash of two badges through the cops’ windshield. For the longest time, they just sat there, lights flashing their frenetic displays, but no one moving.
“Nothing’s happening,” Carolyn said without moving her lips.
“Did they stop?” Jake asked softly.
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, then, they’re just running the plates. They should check out, so relax.”
“Yeah, right.” Her stomach was alive with butterflies—no, make that condors, a flock of them. The biggest birds on the planet.
“You’ll know what they know by the way they get out of the car. If their guns are drawn, we’re screwed.”
Travis yanked down his blanket. “Guns?” He hadn’t even considered the thought of a shoot-out. His eyes focused on the Glock in Jake’s hand. “Dad?” There was genuine terror in the boy’s eyes now.
Jake held up a finger to silence him. “Shh. Remember what I told you. I promise I’ll explain it all to you. Later. For now, I need you to stay under that blanket.” He made a point to smile.
Trembling now, and crying a little, Travis did as he was told.
“They’re getting out now,” Carolyn said. “No guns, though. Suppose they want to search the inside?”
“They won’t. No probable cause.”
Unless they recognize you.
“But what if they
do
?”
Jake didn’t have a clue. “Then we’ll wing it.”
The cops got out of their car together. The one from the passenger side stationed himself at the rear bumper of the van, not three feet away from Jake. But for a thin layer of sheet metal, they could have shaken hands. Meanwhile, the driver strolled cautiously toward Carolyn’s window. As he neared, she cranked it down a few inches.
“Afternoon, ma’am,” the cop said.
Carolyn had to crane her neck back and to the left to see him at all. “Hello, Officer. Did I do something wrong?”
The cop was all business; not a trace of humor. “Can I see your driver’s license, please?” The silver name tag over his pocket read “Pernell.”
It took a huge effort for Carolyn to keep her hands steady as she fumbled through her purse for her new ID.
Carrie Durflinger,
she told herself. As she handed the laminated card with her picture over to the cop, she quickly scanned the address block and jammed it into her short-term memory.
274 Oak Lane, High Point, North Carolina.
Pernell looked at it for just a few seconds, then stuffed it casually into his belt. “Have you seen this man?” he asked, displaying a fuzzy photocopy of Jake’s ancient arrest picture, full-face and profile.
The last time Carolyn had seen the picture, a similarly outdated picture of her former self had resided right next to Jake on the sheet of paper. Carolyn made a show of studying the picture carefully. He looked so young back then; no salt yet in his pepper-colored hair, freshly shaved cheeks.
“No, I don’t think so,” Carolyn said at length, inwardly proud of her acting skills. “Who is it?”
The cop took the picture back and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his jacket. “He goes by the name of Brighton. He’s wanted for murder.”
Carolyn dropped her jaw. “Murder! Oh, my God! In our little town?”
The cop gave a yeah-ain’t-it-awful smirk and shook his head. “You think you know people, right?” he said. “Ms. Durflinger, I’m gonna ask you to stay here for just a minute more, okay?”
Carolyn’s heart dropped.
What did he see? What did I say?
“Well, I’m in a bit of a hurry,” she said, checking her watch.
The cop nodded. Clearly, he didn’t give a hoot about her schedule. “It’ll just be a minute.”
“Jesus, Carolyn,” Jake whispered from behind. “You’re from North Carolina. This isn’t your little town!”
Oh, shit!
How could she be so stupid? Her stomach cramped harder still. She tensed against the pain but maintained a perfect poker face. The other cop was staring straight at her reflection in the door-mounted mirror. If she so much as twitched, he’d see it.
“Too late to worry now,” Jake grumbled.
Carolyn ignored him.
Let’s see
you
do this if you think you’re so damn good at it.
Pernell walked back to his partner. Carolyn watched as they chatted calmly, in the manner of consulting physicians: Pernell with his back to Carolyn, the partner facing her. She didn’t like the other guy. His eyes were unfriendly, and as he listened, he appeared to stare straight through her. From body language alone, Carolyn surmised that Pernell was the subordinate. The boss cop asked a couple of questions, and Pernell answered each with a subtle shake of his head.
“What’s happening?” Travis pleaded from beneath the blanket.
Jake reached out and touched the boy’s shoulder. “Shhhh. We’ll be fine.”
Finally, the meeting broke up. As Pernell strolled back to the van, the boss returned to the cruiser.
“Sorry to have bothered you, Ms. Durflinger,” Pernell said, handing her driver’s license back through the window. After Carolyn took the card back, the officer smiled and tapped the door twice, a gesture of finality. “Have a good day.”
The nerves kicked in as soon as Pernell started back to his car. Carolyn’s hands trembled out of control, making it difficult for her to crank her window shut. Then a wave of anxiety swept over her, left to right, top to bottom. Within seconds, she was trembling all over: hands, knees, legs, shoulders, jaws. A crippling wave of nausea followed, along with an overwhelming need to go to the bathroom. They’d come so close, and now she was going to wreck it all in a flood of tears and vomit.
“I’m going to be sick,” she tried to say, but the words came out as a garbled croak.
“No, you’re not!” Jake commanded. “You don’t have the luxury of getting sick. You’re going to swallow down whatever you have to and pull away just like there’s nothing wrong.” The sternness of Jake’s tone caused Travis’s head to pop out again from under the blanket. He looked more frightened than ever. Jake saw the look and softened. “You’ve got the reins now, honey,” he went on. “It’s you, me, and Travis. That’s all that matters. We can get away or we can get caught. Those are the only choices. And it’s all up to you. You did a great job a minute ago. Don’t blow it now.”
Jake’s words wounded Carolyn, and he knew it. She hated to be scolded like a child; in front of Travis, it was even worse. No words of praise for the wonderful deception; just warnings of dire consequences if she caved in to the flood of emotions which had just swallowed her up.
“. . . just get control, Carolyn.” Jake was still coaching her.
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