Run, Hide(10)

By: Carol Ericson


When he curved around the next bend, he swore under his breath.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s a police stop.”

“What does that mean, a police stop?”

“The police are stopping cars, Jenna.” He swiveled his head around to the right, but no escape magically appeared. A solid barrier between his lane and the oncoming traffic put an end to any ideas of a wide U-turn in the middle of the highway. The cops would be all over some car trying to avoid the stop.

“D-do you think it’s a drunk-driving stop?”

“Could be.” Cade slid his gun from his inside pocket and stored it beneath his seat. “Is Gavin sleeping?”

“Yes.”

“You need to cover him and yourself with that blanket. If you can get down on the floor of the car, that’s better.”

The rustling in the backseat told him Jenna had complied with no fuss. Then it hit him. She was accustomed to looking over her shoulder. Thanks to him.

She asked in a muffled voice, “What are they doing?”

“Shh. Waving most people through. I think we’re okay. No more talking.”

Despite the snowdrifts on the side of the road, a trickle of sweat rolled down Cade’s spine. One cop per lane ducked toward every window, said a few words and waved the driver through. He was up in two more cars.

He blew out a breath and rolled back his shoulders. He stretched his lips wide to practice a smile.

Rolling to a stop, he buzzed down his window. “What’s going on, Officer?”

“We’re looking for a woman with a child.”

Cade peeled his tongue from the roof of his dry mouth. “Missing persons?”

“Ah, persons of interest.” The cop flashed his light into the car, and Cade tensed his muscles.

“Did you do some skiing?”

“No. Just visited a friend.” Cade loosened his clammy grip on the steering wheel.

The beam of light intruded into the backseat and Cade held his breath.

“Sir, what’s under the blanket on the floor?”

“I have a blanket on the floor?”

“You do, sir, and I’m going to have to ask you to show me what’s underneath.”

Cade’s calf ached as it hovered over the accelerator.

“No problem.”

He reached for the keys as if preparing to shut off the ignition. Instead, he jammed his foot down on the gas pedal, and his car, with its 450-horsepower engine, lunged forward with a squeal and a roar.





Chapter Three

Jenna clutched Gavin to her body as the car seemed to leap from the road. Any second she expected bullets to shatter the back window.

“What’s going on? Are they coming after us?”

“Keep down.”

The car took a curve and it felt as if it were balancing on two wheels. “My God, what kind of car is this, the Bat Mobile?”

“Close. It’s designed to outrun any cop car in the nation.”

“And is it fulfilling its promise?”

“Just about.”

Jenna strained her ears but couldn’t detect the sound of a siren over the roar of the car’s engine. “Are they after us?”

“Sort of.”

“Why would they be looking for me?”

“You sure ask a lot of questions. I’m in the middle of a car chase here.”

“Should’ve asked a few more questions in Vegas.”

“We got this. Although they’ll probably call ahead for backup, so we’re going to have to ditch the car.”

“Now?”

“Not right this minute. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry? You’re kidding, right?”

The car turned off the highway, and Jenna lifted a corner of the blanket. The lights of the highway had disappeared and the car skimmed through the darkness.

“Where are we going, Cade?”

“An abandoned warehouse. The car will fit and no one will be the wiser, especially those cops I just left in my dust.”

“We’re spending the night in an abandoned warehouse?” She threw off the blanket and pulled Gavin back onto the seat. How he’d slept through the Bat Mobile’s flight over a barely paved road, she had no idea.

“Would you rather be in a jail cell with no protection?”

She would’ve scoffed at the notion that she had no protection in a cell at the police station, but she knew Cade’s foes better than that. They’d probably been the ones who’d notified the police to look out for a woman and child in connection with Marti’s murder.

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