Kidnapped Love; Jason McCann love story.

Chapter 23.

12:27pm Thursday.

We were crusing down the high way. Heading for Arizona. We argued a couple of time on which road to take but i knew he was right because he was a criminal on the way to Mexico. What criminal hasn't done this? We fell silent. He had one hand loosely on the wheel with his elbow lening on the window, holding up his head. We both just watched the road. I thought i might aswell break the silence.

M:" How long will it take to get to Mexico?"

J:" About a day. But we're gonna have business to sort out so, I don't know, a couple of days."

M:" How long til we get to Arizona?"

J:" Not sure. About half an hour?"

M:" What if we run out of gas?"

J:" I've got some... 'people' in Arizona. If we can get to Pheonix, We'll stop there."

Ugh. I got shivers down my back. He knew people. Bad people i expected. It was silent again, until Jason shuffled in his chair and looked uncomfortable, I stared at him.

J:" We need to change cars."

M:" Why?"

J:" They know we have Nick stokes police car. They'll be able to track us."

M:" Where are we going to find another car?"

He didn't answer. I hated when he tried to be all mysterious and not answer my questions. We were somewhere along the Nevada highway. Signs for 'Boulder city' were passing by. Jason slowed down and started to pull up on the curb.

J:" Get out and pull over a car."

M:" How?"

J:" Stick your thumb out, pretend we've broken down or you need a ride. Go!"

He shoved me out and i stumbled onto my feet. I hovered over to the edge of the road and raised my arm, giving a thumbs up. It took a while but finally, after 100 cars, one pulled over. It was a young woman in a black Mini cooper. Great. She looked nice in a stylish skirt and blazor. She looked business-y so i was confused that she was the one that pulled over. She parked her car infront of us and hopped out, straightening out her skirt whilst making her way to me.

?:" Are you okay, do you need help?"

M:" Yes, hi sorry to bother you. My car has broken down and i need a ride to Boulder street?"

?:" Well you are in luck! I was just making my way there! Hop in!"

M:" Can you just help me get some stuff out my car?"

I started to feel like a criminal.

?:" Sure! Anything for a damsel in destress!" She winked at me and we headed to the trunk of the car. 

The irony was too much. I pressed the button above the number plate and pushed the trunk door open. It was empty. The woman turned to me, confused as fuck.

?:" Where's your stuff?"

I couldn't think of an excuse. I had to do whatever it took to get to Mexico. I grabbed the woman by her shoulders and pushed her into the trunk. She fell back and hit her head on the seats. I flipped her legs into the trunk and quickly shut the door. She screamed and bashed on the window. Jason was already in the other car. I ran over and slipped into the passanger seat. The keys were in the ignition. We pulled away and smoke gathered behind us, sand falling onto the police car. I stared out the window and saw the car fade away into the distance. I faced the front again when i heard Jason laughing.

J:" That was fucking amazing Monica. Well done. Well done."

I was shaking slightly. The adrenaline was still pumping in my veins.