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Authors: Jennifer Martucci, Christopher Martucci
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going to grab him.”
“Bat her eyelashes,” Alexandra mumbled grumpily.
“Sounds good,” James said and ignored her.
“You ready, Alex?”
“Yeah, I guess. But I have a question. This plan of yours will work, but only if Sheriff Baker comes outside. What if he doesn’t come out or worse, what if he’s not home? What happens then?”
In truth, Jack had not considered either option. Even now, as the bleak but very real possibilities were presented to him, he chose not to entertain th em. Tom Baker could be out or he might refuse to help an attractive woman in need of his help.
“We’re screwed if that happens, aren’t we?” Alexandra asked and no longer assumed the know-it-all tone she’d had a second ago.
Jack nodded slightly then said, “There are other ways. Trust me. But this is the best way. This has to work out. He’ll be home and he will help you,” Jack said more for himself than Alexandra or James. “Alex, you have to really play up the whole damsel in distress act, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever,” she said sourly.
“No, no ‘yeah whatever,’ Alex,” he scolded. “I know you don’t like being a weak, flirty girl, that it’s beneath you, but you’re going to make an exception here!”
“All right, I got it!” she fired back.
Jack contemplated pulling the car over and finding out exactly what the hell her problem was. He wasn’t asking her for a kidney or her firstborn. He was asking for her help in saving an entire town of people from being slaughtered and she was fighting him every step of the way. He opened his mouth to speak and was about to tell her exactly what was on his mind when a thought occurred to him.
“Alex, Yoshi is fine. He and Gabriel will be fine,” he said gently.
He watched her from the corner of his eye as she blinked feverishly at mention of his name. Her lower lip trembled and she took it between her teeth. She did not speak right away.
“ But Melissa isn’t,” she whispered as the Bronco rumbled along, deeper into the heart of Eldon.
He drove down the main avenue and passed various shops and cafés until the more commercial a rea gave way to modest homes. But the houses grew larger the further he moved. The road forked and he remembered the split well, remembered the last time he’d veered toward Poplar Place, a street aptly named after the slender trees that grew along it.
Sheriff Baker lived off of Poplar Place on Orchard Street a few blocks from where they were. He slowed when the green sign for Orchard Street came into view.
“I’m going to pull over up ahead and Alex, you’ll drive. It’s number fifteen, the white house with green shutters. James and I will go on foot and hide out near his neighbor’s fence.”
“I got it,” Alexandra said. “Now get out already and let’s do this.”
Jack patted the handgun in the waistband of his jeans then twisted in his seat and gestured to James. James opened his door and quickly exited. Jack followed suit and Alexandra drove off. He watched as her taillights faded in the dark before he and James stole down the street until they reached a high privacy fence that bordered Sheriff Baker’s property and his neighbor’s property.
They slunk onto the grass and crouched behind a car covered by a tarp and partially hidden by the fence. There, Jack watched as Alexandra pulled up feet from Sheriff Baker’s walkway and moved to the front of the SUV. She opened the hood and looked inside perplexedly then turned her eyes skyward with her hands on her hips.
“She’s good,” James surprised him by whispering.
She strolled to the front door and rang the bell. The porch light went on a few seconds later and Sheriff Baker appeared, framed by the doorway. When he saw Alexandra, his posture straightened. He sucked in his gut in a desperate attempt to whittle his waist and inflate his chest.
Jack could not hear what
“Bat her eyelashes,” Alexandra mumbled grumpily.
“Sounds good,” James said and ignored her.
“You ready, Alex?”
“Yeah, I guess. But I have a question. This plan of yours will work, but only if Sheriff Baker comes outside. What if he doesn’t come out or worse, what if he’s not home? What happens then?”
In truth, Jack had not considered either option. Even now, as the bleak but very real possibilities were presented to him, he chose not to entertain th em. Tom Baker could be out or he might refuse to help an attractive woman in need of his help.
“We’re screwed if that happens, aren’t we?” Alexandra asked and no longer assumed the know-it-all tone she’d had a second ago.
Jack nodded slightly then said, “There are other ways. Trust me. But this is the best way. This has to work out. He’ll be home and he will help you,” Jack said more for himself than Alexandra or James. “Alex, you have to really play up the whole damsel in distress act, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever,” she said sourly.
“No, no ‘yeah whatever,’ Alex,” he scolded. “I know you don’t like being a weak, flirty girl, that it’s beneath you, but you’re going to make an exception here!”
“All right, I got it!” she fired back.
Jack contemplated pulling the car over and finding out exactly what the hell her problem was. He wasn’t asking her for a kidney or her firstborn. He was asking for her help in saving an entire town of people from being slaughtered and she was fighting him every step of the way. He opened his mouth to speak and was about to tell her exactly what was on his mind when a thought occurred to him.
“Alex, Yoshi is fine. He and Gabriel will be fine,” he said gently.
He watched her from the corner of his eye as she blinked feverishly at mention of his name. Her lower lip trembled and she took it between her teeth. She did not speak right away.
“ But Melissa isn’t,” she whispered as the Bronco rumbled along, deeper into the heart of Eldon.
He drove down the main avenue and passed various shops and cafés until the more commercial a rea gave way to modest homes. But the houses grew larger the further he moved. The road forked and he remembered the split well, remembered the last time he’d veered toward Poplar Place, a street aptly named after the slender trees that grew along it.
Sheriff Baker lived off of Poplar Place on Orchard Street a few blocks from where they were. He slowed when the green sign for Orchard Street came into view.
“I’m going to pull over up ahead and Alex, you’ll drive. It’s number fifteen, the white house with green shutters. James and I will go on foot and hide out near his neighbor’s fence.”
“I got it,” Alexandra said. “Now get out already and let’s do this.”
Jack patted the handgun in the waistband of his jeans then twisted in his seat and gestured to James. James opened his door and quickly exited. Jack followed suit and Alexandra drove off. He watched as her taillights faded in the dark before he and James stole down the street until they reached a high privacy fence that bordered Sheriff Baker’s property and his neighbor’s property.
They slunk onto the grass and crouched behind a car covered by a tarp and partially hidden by the fence. There, Jack watched as Alexandra pulled up feet from Sheriff Baker’s walkway and moved to the front of the SUV. She opened the hood and looked inside perplexedly then turned her eyes skyward with her hands on her hips.
“She’s good,” James surprised him by whispering.
She strolled to the front door and rang the bell. The porch light went on a few seconds later and Sheriff Baker appeared, framed by the doorway. When he saw Alexandra, his posture straightened. He sucked in his gut in a desperate attempt to whittle his waist and inflate his chest.
Jack could not hear what
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