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too many witnesses out and about right
now for him to take us out."
"Oh
God, I didn't want this." Charlise clutched at his chest.
"I'm
going to try something. You'll have to trust me and not react, okay?"
Charlise
nodded against his chest.
Tom
rummaged in his pants pocket with one hand while keeping his other arm around
her, and removed his car keys. "I have a remote starter, and if I'm
guessing right, starting the car is going to set off the bomb."
"What's
that going to do besides lose the only car we have?" She tried to pull her
head back to get a breath of cool night air, but Tom pushed her head back down
on his chest.
"Maybe
Jared and his goons will think we're in the car. It'll buy us some time and I'm
willing to gamble my plan will work to our advantage."
"He's
not dumb," she said.
"Trust
me, Charlie's girl. A car bomb will draw lots of attention to the area and
it'll take them awhile to figure out if anyone is inside."
Tom
wrapped his arm around her and held the remote on her shoulder. "Blackwell's
got an APB out for his arrest. He won't want to stick around when the cops show
up."
The
jingle of keys sounded in Charlise's ear. She held on tighter to Tom, and
squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of a big boom. Please don't let
anyone be near that car.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
Chapter Nine
The
blast knocked the breath out of Charlise. Her stomach rolled in protest. She
pushed away and peered around Tom's wide chest. She bounced on her sock-covered
feet at the sight of Jared's cars racing down the street.
"It
worked," she said on an exhale.
"Come
on—Tom grabbed her hand and started to run—Let's get inside the diner before
they realize we weren't inside the car."
Together
they ran the rest of the way down the street.
People
peered out the windows of the diner, trying to figure out where the explosion
came from. Tom and Charlise walked to the back, skipping the hostess station
and sitting themselves next to the kitchen entrance. No one paid any attention
to the woman walking into the restaurant in a pair of ratty, dirty socks ten
times too big for her feet.
"I
can't believe it worked." She slid into the booth and picked up a menu to
shield herself. Jared might be distracted now, but he'd be back and furious at
being made a fool.
"We
got lucky. I need to call in and ask for backup." Tom pulled out his cell
phone and punched a button.
"Can
I take your order?" A waitress stood at the table. Her pen and tablet
ready to take their order.
"Could
you give us a few minutes, please?" Charlise smiled at the woman.
With
her hair tangled, clothes wrinkled, and in desperate need of a shower, it
should have bothered her for others to see her at her worse. It didn't.
She
and Tom could've died in that explosion. Right now, she was lucky they both
escaped alive. Even if they were a mess.
The
waitress pocketed her tablet in the checkered apron and left to help more
customers. Charlise's stomach growled. She hoped Tom had his wallet on him.
They both needed food for energy if they were gonna stay one step ahead of
Jared and his thugs.
Tom
ended the call, closed his phone, and set it on the table. The frown on his
face told Charlise his partners were still coming up empty and were no closer
to figuring out how to capture her ex-husband.
She
leaned forward. "What did they say?"
"A
squad car will be here in about twenty minutes to pick us up." He picked
up a menu.
"And?
What are the police going to do? They won't believe me after they find out I
reneged on my complaint last time I tried to get away from him." She
slouched down in the booth. "Besides, I don't trust any of them. Jared can
buy his way out of any situation."
"They're
taking us to meet Garrett. We're not saying a word of what we've been through."
Tom closed the menu and slid it to the edge of the table. "I think I'll
have two double cheeseburgers with a basket of fries. How about you?"
Tom
motioned to the waitress.
"We
have time and money to
now for him to take us out."
"Oh
God, I didn't want this." Charlise clutched at his chest.
"I'm
going to try something. You'll have to trust me and not react, okay?"
Charlise
nodded against his chest.
Tom
rummaged in his pants pocket with one hand while keeping his other arm around
her, and removed his car keys. "I have a remote starter, and if I'm
guessing right, starting the car is going to set off the bomb."
"What's
that going to do besides lose the only car we have?" She tried to pull her
head back to get a breath of cool night air, but Tom pushed her head back down
on his chest.
"Maybe
Jared and his goons will think we're in the car. It'll buy us some time and I'm
willing to gamble my plan will work to our advantage."
"He's
not dumb," she said.
"Trust
me, Charlie's girl. A car bomb will draw lots of attention to the area and
it'll take them awhile to figure out if anyone is inside."
Tom
wrapped his arm around her and held the remote on her shoulder. "Blackwell's
got an APB out for his arrest. He won't want to stick around when the cops show
up."
The
jingle of keys sounded in Charlise's ear. She held on tighter to Tom, and
squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of a big boom. Please don't let
anyone be near that car.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
Chapter Nine
The
blast knocked the breath out of Charlise. Her stomach rolled in protest. She
pushed away and peered around Tom's wide chest. She bounced on her sock-covered
feet at the sight of Jared's cars racing down the street.
"It
worked," she said on an exhale.
"Come
on—Tom grabbed her hand and started to run—Let's get inside the diner before
they realize we weren't inside the car."
Together
they ran the rest of the way down the street.
People
peered out the windows of the diner, trying to figure out where the explosion
came from. Tom and Charlise walked to the back, skipping the hostess station
and sitting themselves next to the kitchen entrance. No one paid any attention
to the woman walking into the restaurant in a pair of ratty, dirty socks ten
times too big for her feet.
"I
can't believe it worked." She slid into the booth and picked up a menu to
shield herself. Jared might be distracted now, but he'd be back and furious at
being made a fool.
"We
got lucky. I need to call in and ask for backup." Tom pulled out his cell
phone and punched a button.
"Can
I take your order?" A waitress stood at the table. Her pen and tablet
ready to take their order.
"Could
you give us a few minutes, please?" Charlise smiled at the woman.
With
her hair tangled, clothes wrinkled, and in desperate need of a shower, it
should have bothered her for others to see her at her worse. It didn't.
She
and Tom could've died in that explosion. Right now, she was lucky they both
escaped alive. Even if they were a mess.
The
waitress pocketed her tablet in the checkered apron and left to help more
customers. Charlise's stomach growled. She hoped Tom had his wallet on him.
They both needed food for energy if they were gonna stay one step ahead of
Jared and his thugs.
Tom
ended the call, closed his phone, and set it on the table. The frown on his
face told Charlise his partners were still coming up empty and were no closer
to figuring out how to capture her ex-husband.
She
leaned forward. "What did they say?"
"A
squad car will be here in about twenty minutes to pick us up." He picked
up a menu.
"And?
What are the police going to do? They won't believe me after they find out I
reneged on my complaint last time I tried to get away from him." She
slouched down in the booth. "Besides, I don't trust any of them. Jared can
buy his way out of any situation."
"They're
taking us to meet Garrett. We're not saying a word of what we've been through."
Tom closed the menu and slid it to the edge of the table. "I think I'll
have two double cheeseburgers with a basket of fries. How about you?"
Tom
motioned to the waitress.
"We
have time and money to
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