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you,” it came again.
    “ What the fuck for?” he was confused, stressed.
    “ For keeping me alive,”
    “ Oh….” he didn’t think of himself as a good person to be
thanked. “You’re welcome…”
    “ But why? I mean why didn’t you kill me like you were paid to.
It was your job after all,”
    “ I had my reasons,” and he didn’t elaborate.
Anna took the
hint to not ask more questions and instead lay her head against the
window and looked out to the country. They were far out of the city
now and speeding headlong into obscurity. She’d never been out of
Chicago before and she guessed that he knew where they were heading
as much as she did. She wondered how long it would take for Carl’s
boss to find them. She knew nothing about him but she could guess
that he was incredibly rich and insanely dangerous. She thought of
all the gangster movies she saw with her Dad as a kid and knew
people like her and Carl didn’t live long. She closed her eyes and
began to pray.
Carl looked
over to her and guessed she had fallen asleep. Poor kid, he
thought. She’d been through so much recently. She looked so
beautiful lying there against the window and he felt the compulsion
to lean over and stroke her hair, to tell her everything would be
ok.

~
The door to
the abandoned motel room was flapping in the night time breeze. The
Don never came to do his own dirty work never mind attend the scene
of a crime but Lucas was family…or at least it felt that way. He
stood over the corpse with a cigar in between his chunky fingers.
He blew out smoke into the moonlight.
    “ And you’re sure no one else has been here?”
    “ No…. just me,” the motel manager was having a panic attack in
the presence of the Don and his cronies.
    “ Good…You better not be lying to me,”
    “ Never! I wouldn’t do that,” his voice was shaking and his
hands were trembling. He was growing paler by the
second.
    “ Well you better get this cleaned up, we’ll take the body,” and
a quick nod in his men’s direction made them sprint into action and
take Lucas away and into a nearby van.
    Angelo stood in the room for a moment longer feeling more
angry than upset. What had that dumb bastard Carl got himself into?
He was supposed to be one of the good guys! Urgh never mind , Angelo thought as he
chucked the end of the cigar away and thoughtlessly left the carpet
to singe. He’d be taken care of. He pulled a wad of fifty dollar
notes out of his blazer pocket and threw an indiscriminate amount
onto the floor next to the motel manager. He was scrubbing
nervously at the carpet with ammonia.
    “ Here….keep ya mouth shut,” and Angelo walked away.
~
    “ Urgh….where are we?” Anna woke up with a stiff
neck.
    “ We’re somewhere near St Louis I think,” Carl yawned and
fidgeted in his seat.
It was pitch
black outside and they were parked at the side of the road. Too
tired to drive anymore, and having no idea what to do, Carl had
eventually given up and pulled over for the night.
    “ Do you know where we’re going?”
    “ Nah….” was all Carl could say. “They’ll be onto us. They’ll be
looking for our car and they’ll have every bagman and hitter in the
state looking for us,”
Anna realized
the danger they were in and her face was stricken with fear.
    “ So…. What now? We can’t just sit here waiting to die!” Anna
shivered and pushed her toes into the floor to try and drive some
feeling back into them. She looked down and saw that they were
turning purple.
    “ Well what do you suggest?” Carl asked angrily.
    “ Torch it,”
    “ What?”
    “ Torch the fuckin’ SUV Carl! It’ll be the first thing they’ll
be looking for. Hopefully if they stumble across the burnt out husk
of the vehicle whoever finds us will think someone got to us first.
But at the very least it’ll throw them off track, make them hit a
dead end.”
    “ You’ve been watching too much TV,” Carl smirked.
He looked to
her face that was so sweet and