Chapter 29
Alice was satisfied. She was about to make a clean get-away and there was no one to stop her. That stupid hairdresser and Sharon’s moron brother couldn’t stop her. And that b***h cop was in the hospital. Larry had been right about one thing; they were too stupid to figure out much of anything.
True, they had figured out who Sheriff Miller really was, but the hairdresser’s f*****g husband had conveniently rectified that problem.
She smirked. Pressing the gas pedal, she picked up speed. She’d be in LA in a day if she drove all night. Once she was on I-5, she’d be home free. In LA she’d shack up with friends and lay low until the heat lost her trail again.
No one knew what she’d done. No doubt there would be suspicions, but Larry had been a good teacher. He knew how cops though
