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Authors: Harmony Raines
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breakfast, and two large cups of coffee.
“One of us needs to stay awake,” he’d said as an excuse.
When they returned to the car, it was obvious he intended to be the one. He helped her put Sam into his seat, and then insisted she climbed in the backseat next to him and tried to sleep. He pushed the driver’s seat as far back as it would go, and somehow squeezed himself behind the wheel, then headed back onto the road and drove through the remains of the night and into the morning.
The next time Chrissie opened her eyes, it was light and they were driving along a back road that was in need of repair. Lifting her head, which throbbed, while her neck ached from her awkward sleeping position, she was greeted by a gurgle and leg-kicking from Sam.
“Hey there, fella.” She stroked his cheek and smiled, knowing it was all worth it if they could keep this little boy safe. Every child deserved happiness, and security. Chrissie could not imagine Sam being brought up to be a drug dealer or petty thief. She would do anything, fight anyone, to stop that happening. Whoever was responsible for Angela’s death, the outcome would most probably be the same, Sam being brought up by Krieg.
“We’re nearly there. Maybe it would be good to keep down, just in case we are seen,” Joel said.
“Really? We’re in the middle of nowhere.” She lowered her head, much to Sam’s delight, and he tugged on her hair and giggled some more. Angling her head, she looked up at the mountains around them. “Where exactly in nowhere are we?”
“We’re going to stay with some friends of Liam. If they’ll take us in, I’m sure.”
“Wait, we’ve driven through the night, and you don’t even know if we will be welcome?” Her head throbbed harder, and she felt sick, both with hunger and nerves. They were friendless out here, wherever here was.
“They’ll take us in,” he said confidently.
As he turned off the road, and headed up a track to a large house surrounded by trees, she thought how peaceful it looked, and hoped whoever lived here wouldn’t resent a couple of fugitives landing on their doorstep.
Fugitives . That was what they were. Joel had been dragged into something that was not his concern. She caught his eyes as he looked at her in the rearview mirror. She was wrong, it did concern him, not because he insisted he would do anything for her, but in the way they were both working to keep an innocent child safe.
Someone bad out there wanted him, and Joel had signed up to the police force to help innocent people, just as she had become a social worker to help vulnerable people. Sam, at only six months old, was about as vulnerable as you could get.
The door of the house opened before Joel had turned off the engine, and a man came out, big, broad and wary. “Can I help you?” he called, stopping about twenty feet away.
“Stay here,” Joel said to Chrissie, and got out, leaving the keys in the ignition. “If anything goes wrong, just run.”
“I am not…”
The look he gave her silenced her. “Please.”
“Sure.” They both knew she wouldn’t be running anywhere, but he didn’t argue with her.
Joel walked over to the other man. “You Beau?”
“And if I am?” he asked, hands clenched at his sides, his head tilted back a little as if he was scenting the air. What kind of backwater place was this?
“I’m Joel. Friend of Liam’s.”
“Joel! Liam’s partner. I remember you from the wedding. How are they getting on?” Beau seemed happy to see Joel; that had to be good.
“Late honeymoon.” Joel had reached Beau now, and she had to strain to hear what was being said, Sam was making it particularly difficult by cooing and then squealing.
“How can I help you?” Beau said, his eyes sliding past Joel to the car. “You have someone with you. You in trouble?”
“Yes.” Joel nodded. “Someone is trying to kidnap the baby we have. We were looking after him at a safe-house, and last night we got
“One of us needs to stay awake,” he’d said as an excuse.
When they returned to the car, it was obvious he intended to be the one. He helped her put Sam into his seat, and then insisted she climbed in the backseat next to him and tried to sleep. He pushed the driver’s seat as far back as it would go, and somehow squeezed himself behind the wheel, then headed back onto the road and drove through the remains of the night and into the morning.
The next time Chrissie opened her eyes, it was light and they were driving along a back road that was in need of repair. Lifting her head, which throbbed, while her neck ached from her awkward sleeping position, she was greeted by a gurgle and leg-kicking from Sam.
“Hey there, fella.” She stroked his cheek and smiled, knowing it was all worth it if they could keep this little boy safe. Every child deserved happiness, and security. Chrissie could not imagine Sam being brought up to be a drug dealer or petty thief. She would do anything, fight anyone, to stop that happening. Whoever was responsible for Angela’s death, the outcome would most probably be the same, Sam being brought up by Krieg.
“We’re nearly there. Maybe it would be good to keep down, just in case we are seen,” Joel said.
“Really? We’re in the middle of nowhere.” She lowered her head, much to Sam’s delight, and he tugged on her hair and giggled some more. Angling her head, she looked up at the mountains around them. “Where exactly in nowhere are we?”
“We’re going to stay with some friends of Liam. If they’ll take us in, I’m sure.”
“Wait, we’ve driven through the night, and you don’t even know if we will be welcome?” Her head throbbed harder, and she felt sick, both with hunger and nerves. They were friendless out here, wherever here was.
“They’ll take us in,” he said confidently.
As he turned off the road, and headed up a track to a large house surrounded by trees, she thought how peaceful it looked, and hoped whoever lived here wouldn’t resent a couple of fugitives landing on their doorstep.
Fugitives . That was what they were. Joel had been dragged into something that was not his concern. She caught his eyes as he looked at her in the rearview mirror. She was wrong, it did concern him, not because he insisted he would do anything for her, but in the way they were both working to keep an innocent child safe.
Someone bad out there wanted him, and Joel had signed up to the police force to help innocent people, just as she had become a social worker to help vulnerable people. Sam, at only six months old, was about as vulnerable as you could get.
The door of the house opened before Joel had turned off the engine, and a man came out, big, broad and wary. “Can I help you?” he called, stopping about twenty feet away.
“Stay here,” Joel said to Chrissie, and got out, leaving the keys in the ignition. “If anything goes wrong, just run.”
“I am not…”
The look he gave her silenced her. “Please.”
“Sure.” They both knew she wouldn’t be running anywhere, but he didn’t argue with her.
Joel walked over to the other man. “You Beau?”
“And if I am?” he asked, hands clenched at his sides, his head tilted back a little as if he was scenting the air. What kind of backwater place was this?
“I’m Joel. Friend of Liam’s.”
“Joel! Liam’s partner. I remember you from the wedding. How are they getting on?” Beau seemed happy to see Joel; that had to be good.
“Late honeymoon.” Joel had reached Beau now, and she had to strain to hear what was being said, Sam was making it particularly difficult by cooing and then squealing.
“How can I help you?” Beau said, his eyes sliding past Joel to the car. “You have someone with you. You in trouble?”
“Yes.” Joel nodded. “Someone is trying to kidnap the baby we have. We were looking after him at a safe-house, and last night we got
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