Un-Connected by Noah Rea Read Free Book Online

wouldn’t see him drive
off.
    He laughed. “Darlin’, you do what you want
’cause nobody can catch me now.” And he sped off as fast as the car would go.
    I laughed a little too. She got rid of the
car, and no one is likely to find anything of it but parts. “I should have
thought of something similar. Your solution was ingenious, and I wished I had
thought of it.”
     “You weren’t thinking right about much of
anything at the time.” She said and she was right.
    After a long pause I slowly asked, “OK, where
are we? Are you going to turn me over to someone? Are you going to verify
everything I said? Or are you going to strand me right here and now?”
    I could hardly breathe because I was afraid
of her answer. I didn’t think I would live this long before.  She had been so
good to me. Now I was sure she was done with helping me and I couldn’t breathe.
    “I don’t know, but I want to verify a few
things.” She said.
    “I’ll give you whatever phone numbers you
want.” I said and suggested she use an alias name and a different phone when
she called because she could get herself on someone’s hit list.
    Deb agreed with me. Her code name would be
“Ann,” and she would pay cash for a prepaid cheap phone. Then she’d throw it
away when she had finished asking questions.
    “You are still on probation.” She said with a
little sternness in her voice.
    I was so relieved.  I didn’t know exactly
what being on probation with her would mean but I would take about anything
from her as opposed to being turned over to someone.
    So we continued on toward California, and at
first nothing changed that I could tell but the weather.  We crisscrossed the
South while we were slowly working our way west. She still was careful not to
trust me too much, and I slept outside even in the dew and rare rain. I had a
tarp I could string over me to keep dry. Or at least out of the direct rain.  Now
she was leaving me alone more than she had while I watched TV.  She didn’t take
her showers while I was taking mine, so she had time away from me then too. I
guessed she was calling around to see who would verify what and didn’t want me
to be anywhere around when she was on the phone. She was also watching for a
black SUV while on the phone.  She didn’t say anything but her demeanor was
getting softer and I knew she had verified at least some of what I had told
her.  Also she didn’t mention me being on probation again so I knew things were
getting better.
    Deb was a runner.  She told me I had messed
up her routine.  Before she took me into the truck she ran about five miles at
least three times a week.  She had beautiful runner’s legs.  It took her awhile
to get back into her routine of running.  The problem she had was not know what
to do with me while she was running.  After my hair got long enough with a
beard we felt I should be able to run and not be recognized.  So she talked me
into running with her.  The first day out I only made it three miles or so. 
She had run a shorter route suspecting I wouldn’t make five mile.  So she
dropped me off at the truck stop to walk to the truck and she ran out about a
mile and then back to get her five miles in.
    A few days after I gave her the phone numbers
we were sitting at Oklahoma Joe’s Bar-B-Q just outside Kansas City.  We were
eating dinner when she said in this real low voice, “I guess you know you’re
wanted for murder. Some of your friends don’t believe you did it, and some
think it might be possible. Your parents don’t and neither do Rebecca’s.”
    “The case has been turned over to the FBI. 
No one knows why it isn’t a police case any longer.  The police and FBI swept
your house and didn’t find as much as a hair that didn’t belong there. In their
opinion no one could have come in the house without leaving something
traceable.  There was no sign of forced entry and they are sure you did it.
They figured you two had an argument. You