CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
While flying across the country, Eric had time to devise a plan, to spring his beloved. The only problem, he envisioned, centered on the fact, that she might hate his idea. Either way, they didn’t have much of a choice. She’d have to go with the flow, or leave them all exposed and vulnerable. He mumbled a prayer, and hoped the good Lord heard his plea.
Once the plane landed, he called Milo back. “Okay, I’m in Florida. Where are they hiding my partner in crime?”
“The television news said, she’s being transferred to the Florida Women’s Reception Center, sometime today.”
“A reception center, huh? Has a nice ring to it.”
“Place is off Highway 75.”
“Guess I’m off to find my wayward woman.”
“What are you going to do?”
Eric sighed. “It’s complicated, watch the news.”
