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head. He took one last drink and twisted the cap back on.
“Okay, son. Guess it’s just you and me for the moment. First of all, thank you for saving my life—and our work. Secondly, tell me why in the hell we’re heading to Laredo. Thirdly, do so while driving. The thought of staying stationary makes me uncomfortable.”
Riverside nodded and started up the truck. In seconds, the road whizzing by in a blurred rush, they passed a sign welcoming them to Webb County, Texas.
Clearing his throat, Riverside finally answered Everett’s question. “Figured both of our homes weren’t a safe choice to head to. You know, since we really don’t have a clue who’s behind all this. My uncle died last year and he left me a cabin outside of Laredo. It’s near the Mexican border. No one but my family knows about the place, and, well, technically he wasn’t my uncle. He’s really my mother’s ex-boyfriend, but we stayed in touch over the years. He never remarried or had any kids, so he left what he had to me. If my gut feeling is right—which it usually is—the government is behind all this, so they’ll be searching for us once they realize we made it out alive. We might not be able to stay at the cabin long, but at least maybe enough time to gather ourselves together and form a workable plan.”
Everett wanted to argue with the kid yet the moment, he didn’t have the mental faculties to formulate a better plan of action. A nagging sense of distrust rumbled around in his mind. It took him a few minutes to pinpoint the reason. Thoughts raced inside at a blistering pace, so he forced them to slow down.
The time.
That’s what was bothering him. Nearly twenty-four hours had passed since he’d left Susan and the others. Even though Everett was only a few months’ shy of sixty-five, he was in good health. There simply was no way a bump on the head would have rendered him unconscious for such a long time period. He had to have been drugged.
So who the hell did it?
The realization made the distrust and unease in his gut increase.
Without all the real facts to review, it was impossible for Everett to know if he should really trust anyone at this point, even Riverside.
“Fine. Just stay under the speed limit and adhere to all traffic laws. By now, this vehicle is probably listed as stolen.”
SHOWDOWN IN LAREDO - Friday - December 18 th – 10:00 p.m.
The two-room cabin was situated on a small rise overlooking the Rio Grande. The arid, open landscape was full of short, scrubby plants that looked more like bushes than trees. The sparse scenery did nothing to help quell Everett’s fears of being discovered.
Ever since their arrival two days prior, Everett had been on constant edge. Rather than sleep, he took catnaps lasting less than an hour. He was exhausted physically yet his mind refused to shut down.
Riverside tried his best to make Everett comfortable, answering all the rapid-fire questions Everett threw at him with his usual flair for humor. Though aware Riverside was probably trying to help ease Everett’s worried mind, the casual way the kid answered his questions set Everett’s nerves on edge.
Everett faked falling asleep earlier on the bed, waiting for Riverside to do the same. His plan was to hold still until Riverside was in deep REM sleep and then snatch the keys and backpack. Doubt festered inside his mind about his companion’s true motives until Everett couldn’t stand another minute locked inside the cabin.
The first inkling something was amiss happened inside the truck on the way to the cabin. The second one arrived when they settled themselves inside the dusty place and Everett asked to read the emails. Riverside agreed, but kept requesting help settling in. After locating the candles, checking for snakes, and unloading the truck, Everett asked again. Riverside said to wait until he used the bathroom so they could go over them together.
While waiting for Riverside to relieve his bladder and
“Okay, son. Guess it’s just you and me for the moment. First of all, thank you for saving my life—and our work. Secondly, tell me why in the hell we’re heading to Laredo. Thirdly, do so while driving. The thought of staying stationary makes me uncomfortable.”
Riverside nodded and started up the truck. In seconds, the road whizzing by in a blurred rush, they passed a sign welcoming them to Webb County, Texas.
Clearing his throat, Riverside finally answered Everett’s question. “Figured both of our homes weren’t a safe choice to head to. You know, since we really don’t have a clue who’s behind all this. My uncle died last year and he left me a cabin outside of Laredo. It’s near the Mexican border. No one but my family knows about the place, and, well, technically he wasn’t my uncle. He’s really my mother’s ex-boyfriend, but we stayed in touch over the years. He never remarried or had any kids, so he left what he had to me. If my gut feeling is right—which it usually is—the government is behind all this, so they’ll be searching for us once they realize we made it out alive. We might not be able to stay at the cabin long, but at least maybe enough time to gather ourselves together and form a workable plan.”
Everett wanted to argue with the kid yet the moment, he didn’t have the mental faculties to formulate a better plan of action. A nagging sense of distrust rumbled around in his mind. It took him a few minutes to pinpoint the reason. Thoughts raced inside at a blistering pace, so he forced them to slow down.
The time.
That’s what was bothering him. Nearly twenty-four hours had passed since he’d left Susan and the others. Even though Everett was only a few months’ shy of sixty-five, he was in good health. There simply was no way a bump on the head would have rendered him unconscious for such a long time period. He had to have been drugged.
So who the hell did it?
The realization made the distrust and unease in his gut increase.
Without all the real facts to review, it was impossible for Everett to know if he should really trust anyone at this point, even Riverside.
“Fine. Just stay under the speed limit and adhere to all traffic laws. By now, this vehicle is probably listed as stolen.”
SHOWDOWN IN LAREDO - Friday - December 18 th – 10:00 p.m.
The two-room cabin was situated on a small rise overlooking the Rio Grande. The arid, open landscape was full of short, scrubby plants that looked more like bushes than trees. The sparse scenery did nothing to help quell Everett’s fears of being discovered.
Ever since their arrival two days prior, Everett had been on constant edge. Rather than sleep, he took catnaps lasting less than an hour. He was exhausted physically yet his mind refused to shut down.
Riverside tried his best to make Everett comfortable, answering all the rapid-fire questions Everett threw at him with his usual flair for humor. Though aware Riverside was probably trying to help ease Everett’s worried mind, the casual way the kid answered his questions set Everett’s nerves on edge.
Everett faked falling asleep earlier on the bed, waiting for Riverside to do the same. His plan was to hold still until Riverside was in deep REM sleep and then snatch the keys and backpack. Doubt festered inside his mind about his companion’s true motives until Everett couldn’t stand another minute locked inside the cabin.
The first inkling something was amiss happened inside the truck on the way to the cabin. The second one arrived when they settled themselves inside the dusty place and Everett asked to read the emails. Riverside agreed, but kept requesting help settling in. After locating the candles, checking for snakes, and unloading the truck, Everett asked again. Riverside said to wait until he used the bathroom so they could go over them together.
While waiting for Riverside to relieve his bladder and
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