Chapter 32
Ocala, FL
Late Tuesday afternoon
TWO POLICEMEN HAD eventually responded to the call from the hospital. One of them was blond, and appeared to be in his mid-twenties; the other was perhaps a decade older, and had a full head of curly red hair. Nate had steadfastly refused to release his hold on Thorndyke’s arm until the policemen had agreed to put him in handcuffs. It took a great deal of explaining, and a fair amount of yelling on Nate’s part, but they finally convinced the policemen to call someone in the Orlando Police Department to verify the fact that the Thorndykes were really wanted fugitives.
“We’ll have to take you all downtown to do that,” the blond cop said.
“That’s fine with me,” Nate said. “I’m not letting these two out of my sight until I’m assured that they’ll
