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     Springs and checked out individually before being allowed to get in their cars and leave. Each car got a pass placed on the
     inside dashboard by an officer just before leaving, and the people inside received some verbal instructions: “Lock your door
     and don’t stop for anyone for any reason until you get beyond the police blockade. When they see your pass at the blockade,
     they’ll let you go.”
    The cars left single file so there would be no way for the killer to stop one of them without somebody else observing. Danni
     and Hannah were in the last car.
     
    The next morning, Danni called the office to say that she wouldn’t be in. She talked directly with Captain Jeffries.
    “We didn’t get him,” Jeffries told her.
    Danni wasn’t surprised. “Did you check out that phone number he called from?”
    “Yes. It belonged to a woman who lives in White Springs. She was at Whiskey River Springs yesterday and she said she’d lost
     her phone. We’re checking her out, but she sounds legit.”
    “He was probably at the Springs, stole the phone, and called me from the road as he was leaving.”
    “That would be my guess,” Jeffries replied.
    “Listen, he made a veiled threat against my daughter yesterday, and I’ve got to take care of that. It’s going to take me a
     couple of days.”
    “Understood. Need any help?”
    “Nope. The fewer people who know about this, the better.”
    “I hear you. Let me know when you get back to the office.”
    Danni accompanied Hannah to school that morning. They went right to the principal’s office where they waited an hour to see
     the principal, an elderly black woman named Mrs. Demps. Danni went into the office alone but not until she had one of the
     office ladies swear she would not let Hannah out of her sight for any reason.
    “Not even to go to the bathroom.”
    “Not even to go to the bathroom,” the woman repeated.
    Inside the principal’s office, Danni revealed her plan.
    “I don’t know if you know this or not,” Danni began, “but I’m a homicide detective with the Oakville Police Department. Yesterday
     the man who is killing these young coeds threatened my daughter directly. I have to take her out of school, and I have to
     take her out of this area and reenroll her somewhere else under a different name. I will need to take all her records with
     me.”
    “That may take a few hours.”
    “We have some packing to do, and I have some calls to make. I can come back in three hours.”
    “Make it two,” Mrs. Demps said. “We’ll have the records ready for you.”
    Danni had already called Mike’s cousin, Eleanor, who lived in a suburb of Denver. The two women had become friends during
     the marriage and had maintained that friendship after the divorce. Eleanor had two kids of her own. Her son, Tim, was fourteen
     and her daughter, Patricia, was twelve.
    “Eleanor, I have a big favor to ask of you,” Danni began. “You are kind of off the radar in the sense that few people knew
     that we were friends and nobody knows that we are still, including Mike.” Danni then told her what had happened recently.
    After picking up the records at school, Danni and Hannah took a very circuitous route to Tampa, making sure they were not
     followed. Late that afternoon they boarded a plane for Denver. During the drive to Tampa and the flight to Colorado, Danni
     drilled Hannah on the details of her new life.
    “You can’t get close to anybody, honey, except Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Charley and Tim and Patricia. You are still going to
     be Hannah, but your last name is going to be Olson like Tim and Patricia. Do you understand?”
    “Why, Mommy? And when am I going to see you?”
    It was a process but Hannah was starting to get it by the time they landed. Eleanor was waiting at the airport. Danni spent
     the next morning making copies of Hannah’s school records, then altering the copies, then copying the altered documents until
     they looked as good