The Dark Angel of Alcatraz (Completed)

A New Home.

"So I killed you did I?" McNeill asked as they walked out of the roadhouse and rounded the corner to their getaway car.

"Well I thought it was a good story." Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders as they walked along, talking quietly. "Think about it; Warden McNeill, one of the toughest Warden's that the Island had ever seen in its time finally flipped out. The stress of the job finally got to him. He helped his beautiful girlfriend, Elizabeth Oldin whom it is now confirmed that he was in a relationship with, escape from the most notorious prison of this day, the prison that no inmate has ever successfully escaped from, Alcatraz Island. He then killed her once he realized what he had done, and then killed himself because he knew that there was no way on Earth that he would get away with what he had done, that he would eventually get caught and sent right back to the prison he had helped his lover escape from."

"But..." walking around to the driver's side of the car, opening the door and dropping down into the seat at the same time as Elizabeth the Warden probed deeper. "Where are the bodies?"

"Ah, the plot thickens!" Holding one finger up dramatically, Elizabeth revealed how McNeill had concealed the murder. "You see, after breaking the notorious Elizabeth Oldin out of Alcatraz prison, Warden McNeill took her deep into the woods and he killed her in there. Just as an afterthought though," the dark angels tone had changed from deep and theatrical to light and chirpy again. "I think it would be sensible to call the police and say we saw them going into the woods outside of San Francisco."

McNeill nodded his head in amazement that he hadn't thought about the idea himself and started the car. "That's actually a really good idea Liz, next stop we'll call."

They continued traveling north all afternoon on the main highway until the car was once again running on empty so they stopped at yet another roadhouse for fuel and some sort of food.

"Call the San Francisco police." McNeill said as he wrote a number down on the back of Elizabeth's hand with a black biro he had found in the glove box of the car. "Tell them your story, keep it in the San Francisco woods." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, fishing through it for some change he piled a couple of pennies into Elizabeth's hand. "This should do it, but think of what you're going to say first, if you stutter-"

"I know. Dead giveaway." Nodding her head slightly in understanding Elizabeth closed her fingers around the change and smiled.

"Good luck," the Warden said quietly as he saw the nervousness crawl through the smile on Elizabeth's face.

"Don't worry, I won't need it." Dropping a quick kiss onto McNeill's cheek, Liz stepped out of the car and walked inside, making sure her leather bands were sitting where they should be. Seeing the woman sitting behind the counter this time listening unenthusiastically to the tunes that were gently spilling fourth from the radio speaker, Elizabeth casually asked, "where's your payphone?"

"At the end of the toilet block," the blonde haired woman replied as she pointed towards the back of the café style roadhouse.

The dark angel nodded at the lady in thanks and walked towards the toilet block. At the end of the long, blue tiled corridor was a bright red payphone. For a minute Elizabeth stood as still as a rock, looking at the phone and repeating what she was going to say over and over in her head.

Finally she picked up the bright red receiver, slid the money into the metal coin slot and dialed the number that had been scrawled on the back of her hand.

"San Francisco police force," a rather young and masculine voice cordially answered.

"Yes, hello young man, I would like to report a sighting of the two that escaped from Alcatraz that I heard about on the radio just now," Elizabeth replied in the most uptown and posh voice that she could muster.