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“altercation” in the restroom. She strolled out to Caleb’s cherry ride, hopped in, and sped off without a second look.
    The first order of business was to get some music playing. Though the car was from the 60’s, the stereo definitely wasn’t. A Pioneer screen with built in Bluetooth bleeped at her, begging to be fondled. Cassie didn’t see a place to insert a CD, but after a quick search she found an Ipod in the console. I hope it’s not password protected . She turned it on. Score! Now to see what he listens to . She tapped the vid screen on the stereo and linked up with the Ipod. Playlists ranging from 70’s classic rock to current-day rap, filled the screen. Talk about all over the board . She didn’t bother searching for anything in particular, instead she just hit shuffle. “Burnin’ miles” popped up, and Cassie smiled. Hell yeah .
    Eventually she would have to ditch the car, which was a damn shame, but she needed to get her bearings first, and figure out a destination. She rummaged through the glove compartment, with one hand looking for a map. Then she had an epiphany. You’re such an idiot . She glanced at the stereo, and sure enough, there was a GPS on it. Embrace technology, don’t fight it . She tapped the screen a few times, and pulled up a rough location. She was still in Colorado, obviously, but the best she could tell, Caleb had gotten them to the eastern side of the state. Looks like Kansas is my next stop .

 
    T he minutes had turned into hours as the classic Shelby chewed up the miles, giving Cassie’s mind plenty of time to wander. She’d decided to bounce the car when she got to Kansas, and then head south. It was a sketchy plan, but she’d found over two grand in the bounty hunter’s wallet, so she wasn’t in a big rush to figure out the details just yet.
    Whenever she was uprooted like this, Cassie couldn’t help but wonder what her life would have been like if her dad hadn’t died. Successful perhaps, or maybe even famous. It was nice to dream about what might have been, but real life always had a bad habit of catching up with her. In the beginning she’d had a normal family: piano lessons, soccer practice, school programs, the works. Once the reality of her father’s death had truly taken hold however, that life faded away, as if it’d been an elusive dream. Her mom slowly became more distant. She started drinking at night, and then during the day. It wasn’t just that though. The little things that mothers were supposed to do for their kids didn’t get done anymore. No more whispered words of encouragement, or packed lunches, no after school activities, and no more family nights. Dinners became whatever Cassie could scrounge up. There was more than one call to the house from Cassie’s principal to let her mother know that Cassie was in the office waiting to be picked up. Everything had gone to hell, and eventually, Cassie began lashing out at anyone who gave her the time of day. Later in high school, she spun even further out of control. Drugs. Violence. Theft. Those became her new activities, until the incident with Mr. Carson of course. After that, she’d had enough, and struck out on her own, never looking back.
    Cassie glanced at the clock. It was 2:30 in the morning. I’ve got to stop and get some sleep . The headlights lit up a road sign. The closest stopping point was Goodland, Kansas, 10 miles out. She punched it up on the GPS, finding it to be a small town with a slew of hotels to choose from. Good a place as any . She took exit seventeen when it came up, and drove straight to the Super 8. The rate was a little more than some of the others Cassie had seen, but the place was clean, and she had the extra money.
    Dinner was a bag of chips and a candy bar. The hot shower was nothing short of glorious, and the queen sized bed might as well have been a fluffy cloud floating its way up to the heavens. Sleep came fast. The dreams...well, they were something