General Lee's Revenge-Cross-Country

Chapter Twelve: One Big 'Happy' Family

"Anyways, that's what all went down. Tarantino bites the dust and the rest of his mob's out to get me. It's bad, but I think it could work to our advantage. They're confused, their leader's dead, and they ain't got nobody in charge right now," John explained.

He and Bo were sitting at the penthouse bar, John nursing a glass of whiskey as he talked about what had gone down the previous day. Bo listened intently, not caring about the topic at hand, but eager to relay the information to Grasshopper, and hopefully come to learn that Rig had made it to LA.

John talked some more, trying to formulate a plan and hoping that Bo would collaborate. However, he found himself wrapping up his plans by himself as Bo quickly excused himself. And John sat alone at the empty bar, staring down at his glass of whiskey. Everyone blamed him for the deaths of his in-laws. Yes, he killed them, but it was for good reason. Bo was fortunate to have never met his mother. The whore was nowhere near fit.

And Luke's father, Paul, John couldn't stand him in the least. The man completely lost it after his wife died. Before anyone in the family knew it, he was given his poor child more than a few bruises from the time Luke was four to when he was seven. Only then was he sent to live with Jesse.

Jason, Daisy's father, on the other hand, was better than his brother and sister. He kept his cool after his wife died. He loved Daisy more than anything in the world. But, he wanted to move away to Brooklyn and leave the rural way of living behind. John was no great example, but Daisy loved being in the country. Everything she loved was right there in Hazzard, that small, rural area was all she knew. John remembered that when she was five years old, all she wanted to do every day all day was frolic around the pasture with the dog, picking flowers, and petting the cows and the horses. He couldn't imagine how she'd properly adjust to living in a big, noisy city, it just wasn't right to strip her of that.

Suddenly, John felt a hand grab his shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts. He turned to see Anita standing there, looking worried. He stood up, taking her by the arms and looking her in the eye.

"Anita, what's wrong?" he asked her in a concerned tone.

"Have you told him yet?" Anita asked.

"No, I haven't found the right time yet, dear."

Anita sighed and leaned in to hug him. John took her into his arms, swaying slowly.

"Everything'll be alright, you'll see. We're gonna get outta here; we'll have our happily ever after, just like you wanted."

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Bo quickly slipped in through the bathroom door, locking it behind him. He turned to face Grasshopper, who was standing by the sink.

"Did you get it?" she asked expectantly.

Bo pulled a tape recorder from his coat pocket. He looked down at it hesitantly.

Grasshopper became slightly upset at this and reached for the tape recorder. "Well, come on, hand it over."

Bo hesitated for a moment, then sighed and handed her the tape recorder.

"Thank you," Grasshopper said matter-of-factly.

Bo dropped his gaze. "Truck come through yet?"

"I haven't seen the semi, however, as crazy as it seems, I think there's a pick-up truck following me around. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? It's got Georgia plates."

Bo looked up at her, surprised. "Yeah, I know quite a bit about it, but what really matters is if somebody was drivin' it."

"That's the part I'm struggling with. There wasn't anybody driving, it had an empty cab."