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Authors: Spikes Donovan
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knees. His move surprised her, caught her off guard, and she found herself pinned against the ground. “If you want to go back to Murfreesboro, you can walk.” He released his hold on her and jumped back up to his feet. Tracy came back at him, ready for more, but he raised his fists. “You hurt me enough already. And you know what, Tracy? I never, ever hurt you – not even once. And you know it.” He got back into the truck, started it up, and put it in reverse. He leaned out of the window and looked at Tracy. “You’d better get your burka out of the back.”
Tracy, who had just picked it up off the ground, waved it in the air and smiled.
Cody drove onto the road, not bothering to look back, and he headed towards town with a vengeance. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined such a scenario. Two years after Tracy had stood him up – almost to the day – she reappeared. And what were the chances that he, of all people, would be asked by Bashar el Sayed to pick up a woman for one of his aides, and that woman be Tracy Graham instead of Susan Reid? And then, either because she felt afraid of being blown up in the bed of the pickup, or because she didn’t want him going through with his escape, she disarmed the bomb and threw the detonator out of the truck to land who-knows-where along highway 41A?
Cody shook his head. No matter how much he resented her, and though he struggled against his better judgment, his sense of duty compelled him to turn around. Just as he stepped on the brake, and just as he began to make a U-turn on part of an old, grassy driveway, one of the rear tires began to make a funny noise. Just as he completed the U-turn, the vehicle began to drive wobbly: he had a flat tire.
Up ahead in the darkness, he saw the beam of a small flashlight bobbing up and down, dancing in his direction. Tracy. She’d been jogging for years. From the looks of it, she hadn’t stopped. She reached the truck faster than Cody would have thought possible.
Tracy stopped in front of Cody, barely out of breath. She dangled the flashlight between her thumb and first finger, offering it to him. “Right rear tire,” she said. “Go check it.” She reached into her pocket and brought out a switchblade. “And check and see if this doesn’t match the cut in the tire.”
“You cut my tire?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you know how long it will take for us to get back to town?”
Tracy leaned out to the side, looking past Cody, and raised her eyebrows. “Car lights. About two miles out. Do you think we can get all of those explosives out of the back of your truck before you-know-who gets here?”
Cody turned around, saw the lights, and yelled. “Crappie diem!”
“What is that? Latin for seize the sh--?”
Cody jumped up into the bed of the truck and grabbed his back pack. He handed it down to Tracy. “Dump what’s in here into the ditch and cover it up – but keep the canteens.”
“Does that makes us a team now?” Tracy countered in an effort to one-up Cody.
“No – but you’re going to be carrying the back pack!”
{ 10 }
Sitting in his usual place at the See You Latte Café , a glass of illegal whiskey sitting on the table in front of him, Cody seemed to look right through Jose into a vast, dark, and empty space. He’d been free of Tracy for almost a year now. During that time, he’d given no thought to their years together, felt no longing for what might have been, and never wondered about why she’d left him two years earlier. In fact, when he first saw her, sitting in the back of the pickup on that dark road the night before, he hadn’t even recognized her.
“All I want to do is get out of here,” Cody said. “And then I get a job – straight from Bashar – to go to the camp and pick up a wife for some guy named Zafar Katila. And the universe throws Tracy Graham in my face.”
“Just have a drink, my
Tracy, who had just picked it up off the ground, waved it in the air and smiled.
Cody drove onto the road, not bothering to look back, and he headed towards town with a vengeance. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined such a scenario. Two years after Tracy had stood him up – almost to the day – she reappeared. And what were the chances that he, of all people, would be asked by Bashar el Sayed to pick up a woman for one of his aides, and that woman be Tracy Graham instead of Susan Reid? And then, either because she felt afraid of being blown up in the bed of the pickup, or because she didn’t want him going through with his escape, she disarmed the bomb and threw the detonator out of the truck to land who-knows-where along highway 41A?
Cody shook his head. No matter how much he resented her, and though he struggled against his better judgment, his sense of duty compelled him to turn around. Just as he stepped on the brake, and just as he began to make a U-turn on part of an old, grassy driveway, one of the rear tires began to make a funny noise. Just as he completed the U-turn, the vehicle began to drive wobbly: he had a flat tire.
Up ahead in the darkness, he saw the beam of a small flashlight bobbing up and down, dancing in his direction. Tracy. She’d been jogging for years. From the looks of it, she hadn’t stopped. She reached the truck faster than Cody would have thought possible.
Tracy stopped in front of Cody, barely out of breath. She dangled the flashlight between her thumb and first finger, offering it to him. “Right rear tire,” she said. “Go check it.” She reached into her pocket and brought out a switchblade. “And check and see if this doesn’t match the cut in the tire.”
“You cut my tire?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you know how long it will take for us to get back to town?”
Tracy leaned out to the side, looking past Cody, and raised her eyebrows. “Car lights. About two miles out. Do you think we can get all of those explosives out of the back of your truck before you-know-who gets here?”
Cody turned around, saw the lights, and yelled. “Crappie diem!”
“What is that? Latin for seize the sh--?”
Cody jumped up into the bed of the truck and grabbed his back pack. He handed it down to Tracy. “Dump what’s in here into the ditch and cover it up – but keep the canteens.”
“Does that makes us a team now?” Tracy countered in an effort to one-up Cody.
“No – but you’re going to be carrying the back pack!”
{ 10 }
Sitting in his usual place at the See You Latte Café , a glass of illegal whiskey sitting on the table in front of him, Cody seemed to look right through Jose into a vast, dark, and empty space. He’d been free of Tracy for almost a year now. During that time, he’d given no thought to their years together, felt no longing for what might have been, and never wondered about why she’d left him two years earlier. In fact, when he first saw her, sitting in the back of the pickup on that dark road the night before, he hadn’t even recognized her.
“All I want to do is get out of here,” Cody said. “And then I get a job – straight from Bashar – to go to the camp and pick up a wife for some guy named Zafar Katila. And the universe throws Tracy Graham in my face.”
“Just have a drink, my
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