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Chapters (19)
  1. CHAPTER ONE
  2. CHAPTER TWO
  3. CHAPTER THREE
  4. CHAPTER FOUR
  5. CHAPTER FIVE
  6. CHAPTER SIX
  7. CHAPTER SEVEN
  8. CHAPTER EIGHT
  9. CHAPTER NINE
  10. CHAPTER TEN
  11. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  12. CHAPTER TWELVE
  13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  19. CHAPTER NINETEEN

A couple of blocks later she stopped at a red light. There was no other traffic, so she went ahead and ran it. If a cop pulled her over, that'd be a good thing, right?

Gertie stood outside of the café. There was street parking right in front of it, so Charlene pulled up alongside the sidewalk and Gertie got into the car.

"They haven't come out yet," Gertie said. "Looks like there's only one exit, so we'll see them."

"What's going on?"

"A dad who was denied custody took his kid. Beat the shit out of the mother before he left. She literally called the cops a couple of minutes before I did. We can't let him get away."

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE

"Okay, all right," said Charlene. "Do you know for sure that he's getting in a car? The parking garage could be connected to another building or something."

Gertie shook her head. "All I know is that he went in there with the little boy. I assume he's getting in a car."

"Then we'll wait. We can wait. That's no problem. He'll pull out right in front of us, we'll get a description of his vehicle, hopefully get the license plate, and pass that on to the police. Easy."

"And then we're going to follow them," said Gertie.

"Right. Yes. Of course. We'll follow them from a safe distance."

"Unless you have to bash the car off the road."

"I'm the one who's supposed to make inappropriate jokes," said Charlene.

"That wasn't a joke. If we have to stop him from getting away, you may have to bash the car off the road." Gertie fastened her seat belt. "Don't worry. It'll be a last resort. And they aren't going to raise your insurance rates if you did it to save a child."

"I wasn't worried about my insurance rates. I was worried about death."

"We're not gonna die."

"I know, I know, I know. Shit." Charlene took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm totally focused now. The son of a bitch isn't going to get away. But promise me you aren't going to start shooting through windows and stuff."

"I'm not."

"Swear to me. I don't want you getting caught up in the heat of the moment and opening fire and accidentally killing an innocent little kid. If they get away, they get away. No gunfire."

"I'm not going to shoot the kid."

"My point is that you might try to shoot out their tires and hit the kid. We will follow them. But don't start shooting. In fact, throw your gun in the backseat."

The gate lifted and a silver car pulled out of the parking garage. Charlene could see a couple of balloons floating in the back seat.