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somehow, the heat between them was palpable. We’re both walking a very thin line, here. “Convince me that I can trust you.”
    She saw him, then. Here was a man not so different from her at all - trapped by circumstances beyond his control, desperately unhappy, just plain lost. Maybe if she appealed to their similarities, if she made him see her as a fellow human being instead of just some “college girl,” maybe she could still get out of this.
    “I know what it’s like to have very few choices and none of them good,” she said. “I have none right now, either. I’ve already got one dangerous person looking for me and I don’t need more. I need to see my sister and then disappear off of everyone’s radars. His, yours, hers if she won’t come with me…” she sighed. “What I’m saying is, your gang’s business is none of my business. And I didn’t see anything. And I planned on disappearing before I was anywhere near whatever ‘nothing’ it is that I didn’t see.”
    The air about him changed as she spoke. Maybe he was convinced? He seemed sincere about not wanting to kill her - maybe she actually had a chance.
    Then he pulled his gun from somewhere beneath his vest. She staggered a step back as her knees threatened to give out. Bile rose in her throat. “Wait-”
    He fired twice, aiming at the ground, sending clods of grass and dirt bursting near her ankles. Then he tucked the gun back where it came from, out of sight.
    His voice was low. “You have to abandon the van and everything in it.” She nodded. The sudden rush of hope made her light-headed as she stood still and let him speak. “And you can’t come anywhere near Heaven’s Highway, ever. Understand? If your sister doesn’t want to see you, you can’t stalk the parking lot again.”
    “I understand.”
    “This other person that’s after you. How dangerous are we talking?”
    “Big money long reach dangerous,” she sighed. “White collar crime dangerous.”
    He grimaced. “Okay, stop. I don’t want to know. Jesus. That’s your fucking problem.” He shook his head. “Rich people.” He looked her up and down again, and something else crossed his face - something a little too close to lust for comfort. She shifted and he shook himself out of it. “A disguise, then. Just enough so you can walk through a parking lot without being recognized.”
    “I could cut my hair.” She was out of money for a proper haircut but she could afford a pair of scissors.
    He reached out and touched it - just pinched a loose lock between his fingers, lost in thought. She held her breath. Why did he have to stand so close? She felt practically dwarfed by him - broad-shouldered and taller than her, just how she liked a guy, hard as they were to find for someone of her height. If only he wasn’t a gang member, if only he was somebody less dangerous. Or maybe part of me likes the danger.
    The emotional part of her wanted to cry and to hug him and thank him for letting her live. She was good at tamping down that part of herself, though. But she was feeling overheated.
    “Get your stuff,” he said finally, withdrawing and heading back up towards the road. “I’ll take you to the closest motel.”
    She bit her lip as she followed. That would kill the last of the cash she had. There’d be nothing left for food, nevermind for fleeing the town. She had her bus ticket to the west coast but she’d have to get to one of the bus stations along its route first, and the closest one was half a day’s drive away. “Can’t I just sell the van?” she asked. She’d bought it because it was cheaper than flying out and renting a car. Her big plan was to make the stops she needed to make to find her sister - her last one here in Colfax County - before reselling the van, getting on the bus, and crashing with a friend of a friend in California, just until she could save a little money and plan her next move. She knew it was a flimsy plan, but this was one hell of