Fugitive

Chapter 4: "Where to?"

Tuesday, November 3rd was an eventful and tragic day for residents of the Orlando area. The fugitive is still on the run and there are no signs of the killer. Police are trying their best to trace any fingerprints but it seems the suspect was wearing gloves during the crime. People are crying, praying, and just panicking knowing that he is out there just pondering. Victims Maria Gonzales, Terry Jones, and Janet Miles spoke to authority describing the man with stocky build roughly around six foot and had a slight tan to his skin. Unfortunately, he was wearing a ski mask so they were not able to identify his face. Maria was the young lady who handed the suspect the cash and claimed he had blue green eyes that screamed pure evil.
As the residents turned their lights off and retired to bed for the night the anxiety ran deep in their mind knowing this monster took the lives of innocent people who were just running an errand and families that lost their loved ones.

Around 3am now almost out of the state of Georgia he the primary cold blooded killer is sitting next to an elderly man with a gun in his backpack debating whether he should take the lead. The sounds of the rugged tires and the early November cold air keeps things mellow between the two.
"So what's your name son?" The man asks with a cheerful smile on his wrinkled face. His beard was down to his beer gut and it looked like he had some left over barbecue stains on his white tee shirt.

The man faces him and states his name, but is hesitant at first. "Um. Joseph. Joseph Jennings, but everyone back home calls me JJ."
The man slightly nods his head as he holds a ten to two grip on the steering wheel. He kind of sticks his chapped bottom lip out and proceeds to say, "Okay JJ, May I ask what the hell you are doing out here in the middle of Georgia at 3am?" He chuckles
JJ replies and plays it cool so nothing looks too obvious. "Well my girlfriend and I got into a fight. We shared a car and she was just completely heated. She packed up all her shit and drove away in our car. Here I am got all heated myself. I broke my cell phone by throwing it against the wall and couldn't get a hold of no one. So I thought eh, what the hell? I'll just pretend it's 1975 and take it upon myself to try to come find her. But unfortunate for me I didn't." JJ thinks to himself that this is a perfect story because it just sounds like two loved ones fighting and me trying to be a good boyfriend and make up with my girlfriend.
The old man then puts his greasy head again the seat and lets out a contagious laugh. "Hahaha, oh young love, I remember those days. My ole lady used to do that all the time. But don't worry my boy, she will be back." He looks over at JJ.

A few hours go by and JJ's palms begin to sweat. He feels extremely anxious and his heart just won't stop going ninety miles an hour. Criminals don't feel emotion half the time, but now being a fugitive from justice has really taken a huge toll. But to avoid prison and possibly the death penalty he must flee from the scene and go somewhere where nobody will know who he is.

"Sir, what's your name?" JJ asks wiping his palms on his black slacks. "I mean you know mine. I think I have a right to know yours." He shrugs adjusting his posture.
The man smiles once more, "Wayne Roberts but everyone calls me Sonny. My ole lady I mentioned earlier gave me that name. I sure did love her and so did cancer."
JJ puts his devious hand on Sonny's right shoulder trying to coax him into any other scheme he might have. "I am so sorry I would always say cancer is the devil. It just takes innocent lives. It saddens me." JJ drops his head to the dark dirty floorboard covered in empty plastic water bottles.
"It's alright there son. Now, I'm just retired and out here on the roads exploring nature." He turns his head and smiles at JJ's pure evil eyes.

A moment of silence is present until JJ asks the question, "Where could I go? Like where could I go far away where everyone can keep a secret and no one will know who I am and I can just start off fresh?"
"Well son, there are many place here in the good ole USA where you can be tucked away. But me and ole miss used to love going to Pineville, Kentucky. It was so nice and peaceful and such friendly folks of that area." He says with his Georgia twang. "Got about 7 more hours and I can take you there." He looks over.

JJ smirks with a devious grin," Let's do it."