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here. So do you,” he finally announced.
    It was obvious Grace didn’t want to contemplate their separation. “They had to know I was at the ship channel. I’m assuming Agent Monroe let me go because he was hoping I would get in contact with you. I drove my own car to the pier, and they probably followed me there. So what’s my story when I do resurface?”
    Dusty kept scanning the crowd, half of his brain wondering what he would do if the cops did appear. Would he pull the rail gun? Should they try to run? After a minute of observing nothing but tourists, he refocused on Grace’s dilemma. “You can’t deny you were there, so why not play the stunned victim routine? You don’t remember what happened and somehow found your way home.”
    “Home? Do you think going back to Fort Davis is a good idea?”
    “You’ve lost your purse, ID, keys, car, and luggage. You’re going to need money, access to a phone and internet. We need you functional and comfortable.”
    “They’ll arrest me again as an accessory. I’ll be back in jail before you can say ‘Habeas Corpus.’”
    Dusty pondered the statement for a bit, his eyes continuing to search the crowd. “Don’t you have a right as an attorney to meet with your client? I mean, even if he’s on the dodge?”
    She nodded, trying to map it all out in her mind. “I do, but there’s a gray area here. If I believe you’re about to commit a crime, then as an officer of the court I must report any contact to the authorities. On the other hand, normally, I can’t really be arrested as an accessory. But they’ve already proven that the rules can be completely rewritten when they arrested me over Hank’s case. Assuming that they somehow did not slap me in irons, how would I get home? No car and no ID to rent one. I can’t fly. And these new shoes are not exactly designed for power walking,” she smiled weakly, attempting to lighten the mood, a small part of her clinging to the hope the two would not have to separate.
    “ How about a bus?”
    Grace had never ridden on a bus befor e, the suggestion eliciting a grimace from her. “Really? That’s the best way? Won’t the police be monitoring the bus station?”
    Dusty hadn’t considered that, his mind trying to think of a better way. “Hey! Wait! I know. Come on.”
    Pulling her up by the hand, they headed for the hotel lobby where they’d initially tried to get a room. “I remember seeing something that might do the trick,” he responded to her questioning look.
    Inside, he made for a rack of brochures and pamphlets advertising local attractions. He scanned for a moment and then reached for one, handing it over to a puzzled Grace.
    She read the heading, “Luxury Bus Tours to Las Vegas,” flipping open the folder to scan the information inside.
    “I’ve seen these busses at the truck stop at the I-10 exit north of Fort Davis. You could get off there and call Hank to come and give you a ride home.”
    Glancing up from the advertisement, she frowned. “And what if they don’t stop there anymore?”
    “Tell the driver you’re getting sick and need to get off the bus. Pretend you’ve got a bomb. Hell, I don’t know. Maybe they publish a schedule of stops?”
    She pondered the suggestion, more questions than answers crossing her face. “How do you know they don’t require an ID? How would we be sure the cops aren’t monitoring their terminal… or wherever you board one of these things?”
    Dusty led her out of the lobby, leaflet in hand. “I don’t, but it’s a private touring company. It can’t hurt to call and find out. Besides, those busses look pretty comfortable, and I doubt law enforcement monitors them like they do the regular transportation hubs.”
    An hour later, they found themselves in one of the numerous restaurants occupying the waterfront. They had their choice of seating, the establishment just opening. After glancing around, Dusty asked their server for a seaside view in the corner,