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was in such a hurry to get the hell on, but he couldn’t just say that with the cop there.
    The lady handed him his change and winked at him. Mark smiled, getting his money and quickly exiting the store. What’s with these thirsty women tonight? He made it to his car, and then removed the nozzle to start pumping gas. He glanced up to see the cop walking out of the store. I know this nigga ain’t coming over here.
    “Hey buddy,” the cop called out as he got closer to him. “I just want to make sure that you’re alright.”
    “I told you in the store that I’m good.”
    “Okay, I’m just making sure. I don’t want you getting in the car and driving under these conditions.”
    Mark frowned. “What conditions?” He said like the cop was now just being irritating as hell.
    “Sir, will you blow in this breathalyzer for me?” He asked Mark.
    “What?” Mark quickly questioned. “I ain’t drunk. I have hardly drank anything today, let alone alcohol.”
    “I hear you, sir but I also heard you throwing up in the bathroom. Plus, your eyes speak otherwise.”
    Mark shook his head. He couldn’t believe that he was being harassed at a time like this when he really was just trying to get out of town and lay low. “Sure, I’ll take the test.” He agreed hoping that this was all he had to do then he could leave. The cop pulled out the breathalyzer as he felt the need to question Mark.
    “Where are you from?” He asked.
    Mark nearly froze as he swallowed. His throat instantly turned dry. “I'm from Georgia, heading up to the capital, Washington, D.C.” He lied about the D.C part with ease, but he was a quick thinker if nothing else.
    “Georgia? Which part?” The cop pondered.
    Damn, do you want me to breathe in this shit or not? Mark questioned to himself.
    Mark announced, “I'm from Augusta, Georgia.” He responded.
    “Augusta? I was just down there for The Masters.” The cop smiled.
    Mark nervously smiled back. “I'm there faithfully every year. Now, if you don’t mind I’d like to get this over with so I can be on my way.”
    “Okay,” the cop said with a slight nod of the head while putting the breathalyzer up to Mark’s mouth. “Take a deep breath, and then blow hard into this.”
    I can’t believe we’re doing this shit at the pump while I’m getting gas. He thought then angrily shook his head while completing the task. The cop checked the breathalyzer and sure enough there were no signs that Mark had been drinking.
    “Thank you, sir. I’m sorry about that.”
    “It’s okay; you’re only doing your job.” He responded nicely, but inside he was heated. As he put the nozzle back in its place, he attempted to walk off and get inside of his car.
    “Hey nice ride,” the cop said with a light smile like he wanted to sit and carry on a conversation or something.
    “Preciate that,” Mark stated then by the grace of God, a call came across the cop’s radio, he unclipped it from his waist and brought it up to his mouth. He pressed the side button and spoke into it. He had an unusually deep, country accent as he talked. He looked at Mark as he started to walk off. “Nice to meet you, Buddy. Take care of yourself.” He said, and with that he was gone.
    Ten minutes later, Mark was back on the road. His nerves weren’t any better, but at least he’d gotten away. An hour later, he'd crossed into North Carolina, where his destination really was at.
    Mark had an old friend that owned a half a million dollar lake house in Asheville, North Carolina. He'd been there a few times in the past and since him and his friend was so close, he had his own key. He’d sent his friend a text the day before. He just wanted to make sure that he’d be the only one there. By the time 1:17 a.m. hit, he was pulling up in front of the cabin that was nestled on the lake. It had an overwhelming view of the mountains across the water. Mark parked his car, killed the engine and stepped out to stretch his legs. He closed