The police were everywhere as Kyle made his move to get out of Bozeman. He wasn’t sure how he had succeeded, but he had, and he now needed to ditch his truck as quickly as possible. It would be the thing that would be recognized before anything else.
Kyle took a side road, not far outside of Bozeman. He pulled his truck into a grove of trees, making a trail as he did. When he was sure he was far enough off the road that he could not be seen, he pulled his phone out and began scrolling down his list of contacts. He had to find just the right person to ask for help. Someone whom he knew would not turn him in. She smiled when he found the right name and dialed.
“Kyle?” a young woman questioned as she answered the phone,
“Hey Josey,” Kyle replied with a smile, his voice dripping with sweet
