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down the street and watch. That was all. Just look at her and know she loved him. If he could see Kendall again, he'd be able to work up the courage to make a run to the border.
Now, as he drove in the opposite direction, his entire body trembled. He drove slowly because he didn't want to draw attention to himself in any way, shape or form. A few miles from the house, he found a spot on the street in Browne's Addition where he was able to park the car. This part of town was full of large homes built in the early years of the city, many of which had been converted into apartments. Cars parked on the street garnered little or no attention because everyone who lived in the area parked on the street. The only ones who didn't were the people who lived in the newer high-dollar condos shoved between the old places. No one would notice Kendall's car for at least a day or two.
He was still shaking when he took a T-shirt out of his backpack and wiped the car down, trying to reach every spot on the car he'd touched. As soon as the police discovered her car wasn't in the garage, they'd come looking. They'd never believe she loaned it to him. Whoever believed him?
Once the car was as clean as he could get it, he tossed the rag in the back of a pickup truck parked a few cars ahead of Kendall's. In the gathering darkness, his jeans and navy hooded sweatshirt helped him blend into the night. He pulled the hood up. The damn red hair was worse than a flashing neon sign.
Both hands in his pockets, he put his head down and began to walk briskly down the street. He wanted to run. People ran all the time through the streets of Browne's Addition, just not usually in jeans and a hoodie. If he was in running gear, no one would take a second look. He wasn't, and they would. He had to be content with a brisk walk to put distance between himself and Kendall's car.
On the grassy knoll near the sign that defined the start of Browne's Addition, he sat on a bench with a view of the city. What a mess. When he first saw the police at Kendall's house, Jamie hoped it was because of something as simple as a break-in. His hopes and his heart were crushed the minute he saw the body rolled out of the house on a wheeled gurney that squeaked loud enough to wake every neighbor. Nobody needed to tell him it was Kendall. Nobody needed to tell him it was his fault she was dead.
How he get himself into this? Everything went wrong. Everything. And now his beautiful, sweet Kendall was dead. Tears ran down his cheeks. He wiped at them with the back of his sleeve, not caring that the fabric soon became soaked through.
The darkness grew deeper as he sat on the bench. Overhead, stars glittered like millions of diamonds, and the moon was a mere sliver of buttery yellow. Cars passed on the street and occasionally someone would walk by, many with a dog at the end of a leash.
He should move except he didn't know where to go. A few blocks north was the area known as Peaceful Valley and it would be easy to hide along the banks of the Spokane River. But the night was chilly and he feared hiding there would be too cold.
At last, he got up and walked east, stopping in the center of the Maple Street overpass. Even at this time of night, cars traveled the bridge both north and south. He watched them for a long time as an idea grew.
In a crouch, Jamie inched beneath the Maple Street Bridge overpass where it curved down from Riverside Avenue. It smelled of things Jamie couldn't bear to think about. The toes of his sneakers kicked empty beer cans and broken needles. The only good thing was the hiding spot turned out to be deserted. It would have to do until morning. He sank to the dirt, cramming as far back into the shadows as possible and willed himself to become invisible.
The sound of cars driving across the bridge overhead was almost comforting in its steady rhythm. Every so often, someone would walk by on the sidewalk above. He'd hold his breath and then as they passed by,
Now, as he drove in the opposite direction, his entire body trembled. He drove slowly because he didn't want to draw attention to himself in any way, shape or form. A few miles from the house, he found a spot on the street in Browne's Addition where he was able to park the car. This part of town was full of large homes built in the early years of the city, many of which had been converted into apartments. Cars parked on the street garnered little or no attention because everyone who lived in the area parked on the street. The only ones who didn't were the people who lived in the newer high-dollar condos shoved between the old places. No one would notice Kendall's car for at least a day or two.
He was still shaking when he took a T-shirt out of his backpack and wiped the car down, trying to reach every spot on the car he'd touched. As soon as the police discovered her car wasn't in the garage, they'd come looking. They'd never believe she loaned it to him. Whoever believed him?
Once the car was as clean as he could get it, he tossed the rag in the back of a pickup truck parked a few cars ahead of Kendall's. In the gathering darkness, his jeans and navy hooded sweatshirt helped him blend into the night. He pulled the hood up. The damn red hair was worse than a flashing neon sign.
Both hands in his pockets, he put his head down and began to walk briskly down the street. He wanted to run. People ran all the time through the streets of Browne's Addition, just not usually in jeans and a hoodie. If he was in running gear, no one would take a second look. He wasn't, and they would. He had to be content with a brisk walk to put distance between himself and Kendall's car.
On the grassy knoll near the sign that defined the start of Browne's Addition, he sat on a bench with a view of the city. What a mess. When he first saw the police at Kendall's house, Jamie hoped it was because of something as simple as a break-in. His hopes and his heart were crushed the minute he saw the body rolled out of the house on a wheeled gurney that squeaked loud enough to wake every neighbor. Nobody needed to tell him it was Kendall. Nobody needed to tell him it was his fault she was dead.
How he get himself into this? Everything went wrong. Everything. And now his beautiful, sweet Kendall was dead. Tears ran down his cheeks. He wiped at them with the back of his sleeve, not caring that the fabric soon became soaked through.
The darkness grew deeper as he sat on the bench. Overhead, stars glittered like millions of diamonds, and the moon was a mere sliver of buttery yellow. Cars passed on the street and occasionally someone would walk by, many with a dog at the end of a leash.
He should move except he didn't know where to go. A few blocks north was the area known as Peaceful Valley and it would be easy to hide along the banks of the Spokane River. But the night was chilly and he feared hiding there would be too cold.
At last, he got up and walked east, stopping in the center of the Maple Street overpass. Even at this time of night, cars traveled the bridge both north and south. He watched them for a long time as an idea grew.
In a crouch, Jamie inched beneath the Maple Street Bridge overpass where it curved down from Riverside Avenue. It smelled of things Jamie couldn't bear to think about. The toes of his sneakers kicked empty beer cans and broken needles. The only good thing was the hiding spot turned out to be deserted. It would have to do until morning. He sank to the dirt, cramming as far back into the shadows as possible and willed himself to become invisible.
The sound of cars driving across the bridge overhead was almost comforting in its steady rhythm. Every so often, someone would walk by on the sidewalk above. He'd hold his breath and then as they passed by,
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