Jack walked through the desert with a bag on his head for almost three hours. That put the time at around six in the evening. He didn’t expect that Gunny and the team would be able to locate him for at least five more hours.

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As she got to the top of the ramp onto LaSalle, the cars behind had dropped back another hundred yards. She shifted to third and punched the throttle again. After the momentary pause in acceleration, the car leapt forward again, almost touching a hundred miles per hour before shifting to fourth. When she hit one-twenty-five, she lifted off the gas and the car rapidly bled off its speed.

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“Put down your gun, or I’ll kill her,” the man yelled again.
“And then what? If you shoot her, you don’t have a shield anymore. So, shooting her would be the worst thing to happen to you in your miserable life.”

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In the parking lot, Paul sat in his darkened car. He was holding a rifle scope in his hand. From his vantage point, all he could see above the seawall was Jack’s head. If he thought he could make the shot, he would get the rifle from the trunk and take it.

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When he came home from school that afternoon, Paul slipped a gun from his brother’s room and went out to his car. Seeing Amy and Jack together, laughing and having fun was too much for him. Their lesson time had come. He had thought of a plan that would punish them appropriately and shouldn’t be traceable back to him. Now he just needed to see if luck was on his side.

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“Nothing… well, something… something pretty important, actually… but today isn’t the day I’m going to tell you.” She kissed him tenderly on the lips, and before he knew it, she was up and telling him that they should go back to her house and go swimming.

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