I understand how you feel, and you’ve made your point. Can you just let it go?”
“Don’t you dare raise your hand at me.”
Jimmy gripped the wheel tightly with both hands and gritted his teeth. Ken had sped up and was now about half a mile ahead of them. The Tahoe’s taillights looked like two bloodshot eyes staring back at him. “I wasn’t raising my hand at you. I was only trying to make my point.”
Julie bared her teeth and stabbed at the air with the index finger of her right hand. “Does doing this make you feel like a big man, Jimmy? What’s next? How soon before you start slapping me around?”
“Will you listen to yourself?”
“ I hated that bitch! ”
“I know you did! Let it go, will ya? You’ve made your goddamn point!”
Tears were flowing down Julie’s cheeks, and she angrily wiped them away. “Don’t talk to me. You’re still in love with her. I can tell. Don’t try and deny that. She’s gone, Jimmy. She got fifty whacks which is a thousand less than she deserved.”
Jimmy could feel the blood pounding at his temples and wondered how things had gone so wrong so quickly. Ken rounded the last bend in the road before they reached the small town of Ely, and Jimmy watched as the taillights disappeared into the night. Jimmy turned and faced Julie. “This is wrong,” he said, trying to remain calm. “I’m sorry for pointing at you, okay? I’m sorry for whatever I said that made you so angry, all right? I love you.”
Julie put her face into her hands and began to sob. Jimmy reached over to comfort her, and she quickly slapped his hand away, hard, a stinging blow that caught him off guard.
And that was when he noticed the flashing lights.
“Oh, shit!”
Julie had returned her hands to her face and obviously was unaware of the danger that lurked ahead. She continued to sob and looked very small in the passenger’s seat.
“Pull yourself together, Julie. We’ve got big trouble!”
They were rounding the corner now, and Jimmy could plainly see the State Trooper’s red and blue flashing lights behind Ken and the Tahoe. Jimmy’s heart sank as he watched Ken pull over to the gravel shoulder.
“Oh, my God!” exclaimed Julie. “Oh, my God, what are we going to do?”
“I don’t know,” said Jimmy, slamming his hands hard on the wheel. “Son-of-a-bitch! Those bastards must’ve ratted us out. This is just great .”
The Trooper had pulled to a stop well behind Ken and nearly leapt out of his car. Jimmy swallowed hard as he watched the big man pull his pistol and train it on the Tahoe. Jimmy slowed and tried to think what to do. Part of him wanted to take aim at the Trooper and run him down. He knew this was wrong, but the desire to save his friends from danger had been ingrained so deeply that he couldn’t shake it.
“Get down on the floor, Julie. Now!”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know, but I have to do something.”
They were less than fifty yards from the back of the flashing car, and the cab of the Mack was flooded with multicolored light. Jimmy nodded to Julie, and, as if to emphasize his point, the Trooper turned and aimed his sidearm directly at Jimmy.
“Get down!”
Julie didn’t need to be asked again. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid to the floor in one fluid movement. Jimmy continued ahead, pulling past the flashing lights and illuminating the Trooper in his headlamps. The man was furiously waving him to stop and still had his gun trained on Jimmy. Suddenly, Ken slammed the Tahoe into reverse, and the big SUV shot backward like a rocket. The back of the Tahoe crashed into the front of the Trooper’s car with enough force to push it sideways. Jimmy could clearly hear the crash and watched as the Trooper frantically tried calling something into the microphone clipped near his heart.
“What’s happening?” screeched Julie.
“Ken just rammed the Trooper’s car! Holy crap!”
“Has he lost his mind?”
Jimmy actually saw the
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