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something to Tara, but the words wouldn’t come.
    “Somebody probably heard the shot.  We are not safe here.”
    Alice looked at her and after a few minutes, calmed herself down.  “Tara, we better get out of here before the cops come.”
    “He’s dead.”  Tara grabbed the gun and handed it to her.
    “What’s done is done.”  She stared at the john’s body and back at Tara.  “It was self-defense.”
    “It doesn’t matter.  We’re Russian. We’re just visiting America.  They will probably accuse us of being Russian spies.  We don’t want them to contact the Russian authorities.”
    “Tara, that is ridiculous.  Just because we’re Russian doesn’t mean we’re spies.”
    “Alice, tell that to the police when they arrive.  Now let’s get out of here before they come.” 
    Tara grabbed Alice’s hand and helped her to her feet and then grabbed all the money out of the john’s wallet.  They quickly grabbed their purses and ran for the minivan they rented at the airport.
    “Tara, I’ll drive.  Your face is swelling up.  You need to keep ice on it.”
    “I’ll be fine.  I’ve suffered worse injuries from a john before.”
    “Unfortunately, so have I,” she said as she drove the minivan out of the hotel’s parking lot.  She kept checking the rearview mirror for any flashing lights from a squad car, but so far nothing.
    “Alice, slow down.  The last thing we need is to be pulled over for speeding.”
    “You’re right,” she said and relaxed her foot on the accelerator. 
    She thought about their move from Russia.  They had been entertaining some clients when they heard machine gunfire in one of the mob apartment complexes.  One of their clients had hid them out on the balcony of the apartment before two guys slammed the door open and opened fire killing the clients.  They had stayed on the balcony until they thought it was safe and climbed down the fire escape.  From there, they returned to their apartment in Moscow and grabbed all their money and their passports.  They headed for the airport and now they were running because of another dead body.  After spending all of their money they made from prostitution and selling several lesbian videos to numerous sex sites, they had resorted to prostitution in the States to get by.  The fear that someone from Russia would come after them for witnessing the murder of two of the key men in the Russian mob haunted them, keeping them off the grid. The last thing they needed was to get involved in the homicide of a US citizen.
    “Alice, there’s an exit coming up. Renovo, Pennsylvania.”
    “Renovo it is,” Alice said as she followed the exit off of the highway.  “The first chance we get, we better get some gas and some food.  Make sure you are wearing your sunglasses.  We don’t need to attract any attention.”
    They drove for a couple hours before seeing a bright neon sign for a gas station and a small diner called Jorel’s Diner and Gas Fill-Up Station.  After filling up the vehicle, they parked in front of the diner. 
    “Remember, we’re on the run.  We’re not looking for any clients,” Alice cautioned.
    “I’ll be as innocent as a young school girl,” Tara said, managing a slight smile while still feeling a lot of pain from the punch to the face.
    “Not a smart way for a prostitute to describe herself, but it will have to do,” she said, following her into the diner.
    They sat down on two stools by the counter.  Alice quickly glanced around the diner making sure there were no cops. 
    “What would you girls like?” the waitress asked as she was wiping the counter off with a dirty towel.
    “Two diet sodas and a couple of burgers and fries,” Alice answered.
    “Coming right up,” the waitress said.
    “I think we’ll be safe here for now,” Alice assured Tara as the waitress walked away.
    “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
    “Which is a good thing, I believe.”
    In the middle of their