“Yes.” I’d asked her to be ready to leave town in a hurry, leave and never come back. Just in case. It seemed, just in case time was here.
“Yes, dear. We’re ready.”
I sighed. “Good. Load the bags in the car.” I leaned back in the seat, watching the streetlights float by in a blur caused by tears I refused to let fall. “Get in the car right now. Don’t wait. They know I’m back. Get in the car and meet me where we talked about. Ditch your cell and use the burner phone I bought for you. If you need me, call me on my new number. I wrote the number in your wallet.”
The designated meeting place was a run down, flea-bag motel about twenty miles out of town on an old state highway. I had our route planned out. We’d cut across the wetlands to the gulf and ride the coast until we got to Texas. Aft
