VAGUE

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

An exclamation of sound made my mind stop from criticizing the necklace. Immediately turned my sight where the noise began, coming from a familiar vehicle, that 1971 blue road runner seems on a rush with a speed for less than a second.

I gently threw the necklace I was holding in the box where my collected evidence was placed, I slowly pulled the key to my car and turned it on, grabbing the opportunity to get out of the area before anyone hunt me down and destroy my proposition. I couldn't help but to smile like an idiot, I couldn't help but to rejoice slightly.

Somehow my plan succeeded.

As I drove back on the quarters the rain suddenly falls heavily. Thunders are roaring like a wild lion ready to hunt his prey, lighting was flashing sharply as sharp as knife that is newly sharpen. It was like driving through a thick curtain of water. I had to eased off the accelerator a little. Had to be careful driving on wild afternoon like these. The thwack-thwack of the windscreen wipers was hypnotic. The storm was terrible.

Such a wrong timing.

Staring out into the glow of the headlights. The rain sounded like black stallion's noise interference as it battered the car. Through the wash of the heavy rain sort like a storm I spotted a figure at the side of the road. Figure of a man in front of a wheels, the person wore a black leather jacket and a cap. Acting like their arguing into something.

That road runner a while ago, damn it.

I pulled on the side of an Imperial bonsai tree that usually planted on every parking space on the sidewalk. Looks like they must have been in a rush to get where they were going, the man continued to argue and making signals. I took the opportunity to take some shots on. Hearing the clicking sound of the camera gives me an urge to observe and follow those fellas. The hitchhiker sort man climbed in, he pulled his cap back and wiping his wet face as I observe through a distance. The guy is almost same age as mine if I'm not mistaken based on his body build and his appearance, had a wild reddish merely like maroon sort off hair and an average beard that fits his masculinity as well. As the moment that the hitchhiker typed guy got on the wheels the road runner starts to pulled. As the lightning strikes hard same time as the vehicle I was monitoring functioned and pulled on the road again, I followed the vehicle slowly trying not to make any attentive sounds and trying to avoid getting their attentions "slowly but surely" concept battle at this point, would have liked to intercept them but being intelligently wise says that it'll not help so I just did what I can, to follow those guys.

Held a gaze for a long moment, drops of rainwater trickled down on to the wiper of each other's car. Drove on in silence for a short time, the BBC radio phone in blaring out from the car's speakers help to ease the tension. Drifting into silence as the rain became heavier that makes every drivers struggle. The car in front of me ran fast to some point that I struggle to follow them. The road became slippery that makes the wheels struggle to pull over. The talk radio show carried on as I drove through the heavy wind and rain.

Those morons make my car fly, they speeding up as it furious through the rain

Several miles later, there was a news bulletin on the radio. The reporter sounds that she is trying to be professional as she read the announcement.

"we are getting a report that a patient has escaped from a Psychiatric Institution. The man is said to be psychopathic and is said to be discovered that he is responsible on the murder of Copper Richardson"

Hell no?

I automatically stop the car as I heard the news, luckily there's no car after me or it might've accident just now. As I look around the car gone atlas I failed to follow those morons. I couldn't believe what I heard, the news seemed a slap on my face. I tried to put myself back into its old posture and complexion but I couldn't, seemed to lose myself in what I heard, trying to catch my breath as my phone suddenly rang