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She’d punctuated each syllable of forever clearly in an attempt to cover her yardage incompetency. I knew she’d grown up in the Northwest, but how could she not know how long a football field was? They had football up there. Being that we had more pressing issues to pursue, I chose to let her poor sports education slide for the moment.
“That would be the one. It’s been following us since at least Baton Rouge.”
“Are you sure?” she asked doubtfully.
She was doubting me? After she’d tortured me by making me watch every episode of that ridiculous detective show, with her only lure being her attempts to learn Chinese cooking? That was one mistake I’d never make again.
“Are you doubting me? Who else could they be following? As you so astutely pointed out, we are the only ones on the road, and it’s two in the morning.”
“This sounds like one of those spy novels.”
I honestly didn’t know where she found the time for all her extracurricular activities.
She lowered her voice and in true movie trailer fashion began her intro. “There were two of them. At night, travelling through the wilds of Louisiana. When the darkened SUV—”
“The wilds of Louisiana?” I interrupted. “Don’t you mean swamps or uninhabited lands? How about mosquito infested woods? And thanks for comforting me in my distress.”
She flipped her visor back up and nonchalantly said, “It’s the only major freeway from Baton Rouge to Houston. I’m sure they have a legitimate reason for being here at this time of night, other than following us.”
“Yeah, it’s not like we’re carrying cargo filled with mutant DNA that the general public thinks doesn’t exist anymore.” I looked over at her as I said it.
“There is that,” she said, pursing her lips. It was the look she always got when she was thinking.
“You’ve got that look again.”
“What look?”
“Your thinking look. That’s gonna make wrinkles when you’re older.” I snuck a quick look in the rear view mirror. “I think that we should pull over somewhere and see if they follow.”
“We could do that,” she said slowly. “But I think it’s too late.”
I snapped my eyes back to the rear view mirror. The SUV was speeding up. Crud. What should I do? Speed up, slam on the brakes…remain calm as they passed us. Oh, well, that was anticlimactic. I checked my speed. The dial said eighty. They sure were in a hurry all of a sudden.
“I guess they had somewhere to be,” I said quietly.
“Maybe they got a call?” Miranda guessed.
We watched silently as the SUV pulled further away from us. I was just about to chalk it up to coincidence when their brake lights came on. I let off the gas pedal.
“Macy,” Miranda said.
“I see’em.” They were stopping fast.
“Macy!”
“I know!” I shouted back at her.
My tires squealed across the asphalt as I slammed on the brakes. The truck came to a stop about thirty feet away from the SUV.
“Do we have any weapons?” Miranda asked.
Once again, she had completely stunned me. “Weapons?” I asked, turning to look at her. “Are you kidding me? You won’t even step on a cock roach.”
“They’re disgusting,” she groaned. “And stuff always squishes out when you smash’em.”
We both shuddered. She was right.
“Do Yoohoos and Mr. Goodbars count?” she asked, holding them up.
“Unless Mr. Goodbar is the tire jack, I’m thinking no, but if they need a sugar fix, we got’em covered.”
Idiot. She was a whiz at molecular biology, but the common things seemed to escape her sometimes. Perhaps we could hit them over the head with a Yoohoo and shove the candy bar in their mouth if they tried to scream. The ridiculousness of that thought caused me to smile in spite of the seriousness of the situation. But it quickly faded as I stared at the very real SUV in front of us.
It had done one of those sideways turning stops that blocked the whole road. I’d only ever seen
She’d punctuated each syllable of forever clearly in an attempt to cover her yardage incompetency. I knew she’d grown up in the Northwest, but how could she not know how long a football field was? They had football up there. Being that we had more pressing issues to pursue, I chose to let her poor sports education slide for the moment.
“That would be the one. It’s been following us since at least Baton Rouge.”
“Are you sure?” she asked doubtfully.
She was doubting me? After she’d tortured me by making me watch every episode of that ridiculous detective show, with her only lure being her attempts to learn Chinese cooking? That was one mistake I’d never make again.
“Are you doubting me? Who else could they be following? As you so astutely pointed out, we are the only ones on the road, and it’s two in the morning.”
“This sounds like one of those spy novels.”
I honestly didn’t know where she found the time for all her extracurricular activities.
She lowered her voice and in true movie trailer fashion began her intro. “There were two of them. At night, travelling through the wilds of Louisiana. When the darkened SUV—”
“The wilds of Louisiana?” I interrupted. “Don’t you mean swamps or uninhabited lands? How about mosquito infested woods? And thanks for comforting me in my distress.”
She flipped her visor back up and nonchalantly said, “It’s the only major freeway from Baton Rouge to Houston. I’m sure they have a legitimate reason for being here at this time of night, other than following us.”
“Yeah, it’s not like we’re carrying cargo filled with mutant DNA that the general public thinks doesn’t exist anymore.” I looked over at her as I said it.
“There is that,” she said, pursing her lips. It was the look she always got when she was thinking.
“You’ve got that look again.”
“What look?”
“Your thinking look. That’s gonna make wrinkles when you’re older.” I snuck a quick look in the rear view mirror. “I think that we should pull over somewhere and see if they follow.”
“We could do that,” she said slowly. “But I think it’s too late.”
I snapped my eyes back to the rear view mirror. The SUV was speeding up. Crud. What should I do? Speed up, slam on the brakes…remain calm as they passed us. Oh, well, that was anticlimactic. I checked my speed. The dial said eighty. They sure were in a hurry all of a sudden.
“I guess they had somewhere to be,” I said quietly.
“Maybe they got a call?” Miranda guessed.
We watched silently as the SUV pulled further away from us. I was just about to chalk it up to coincidence when their brake lights came on. I let off the gas pedal.
“Macy,” Miranda said.
“I see’em.” They were stopping fast.
“Macy!”
“I know!” I shouted back at her.
My tires squealed across the asphalt as I slammed on the brakes. The truck came to a stop about thirty feet away from the SUV.
“Do we have any weapons?” Miranda asked.
Once again, she had completely stunned me. “Weapons?” I asked, turning to look at her. “Are you kidding me? You won’t even step on a cock roach.”
“They’re disgusting,” she groaned. “And stuff always squishes out when you smash’em.”
We both shuddered. She was right.
“Do Yoohoos and Mr. Goodbars count?” she asked, holding them up.
“Unless Mr. Goodbar is the tire jack, I’m thinking no, but if they need a sugar fix, we got’em covered.”
Idiot. She was a whiz at molecular biology, but the common things seemed to escape her sometimes. Perhaps we could hit them over the head with a Yoohoo and shove the candy bar in their mouth if they tried to scream. The ridiculousness of that thought caused me to smile in spite of the seriousness of the situation. But it quickly faded as I stared at the very real SUV in front of us.
It had done one of those sideways turning stops that blocked the whole road. I’d only ever seen
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