Jack ended the call, and slipped the phone back into its holder on his handlebars.
“Done. We have a room on the west bank of the White River, across from downtown.”
Hilda shoved their trash into the recycle bin. “Expensive?”
“More than the only hostel in town, but not much more. The main thing is that we don’t have to worry about where to stay, and the motel desk will be open.” Continue reading
Emily grit her teeth and pushed. Her legs were burning from her hips to her ankles, and her toes might be numb or in pain – she couldn’t tell anymore. She just couldn’t get enough air, either. Up ahead, she could make out the top of the St. Francis Medical Center, poking up behind the 7000-foot contour line. She had a line of sweat running down each lens of her sunglasses, but there was nothing she could do about it. Continue reading
“C’mon, eat up. I want to get out of town this morning.” She looked down at Jack as he wolfed his oatmeal, and cleared her place.
“Jeez, Hilda, what’s the rush?”
“I want to be in deep in Indiana before Detective Hanson or his sidekick wish they could ask me something else.” Continue reading
“Bye, dear. Have a good day.” Emily heard her mother’s voice as her stepfather closed the front door. Her mother walked into the kitchen as Emily came downstairs. The smile turned to shock. Continue reading
Hilda stepped out of the blowing cold into the bar. The sign in the window boasted Deschutes beer on tap. She had fond memories of Bend, Oregon, a couple of months back, when she toured the brewery on her way across the High Desert. Chicago was a long way from Bend, but she was glad to visit the Windy City again. She paused at the door. Continue reading
Emily sobbed and tried to hug herself. That hurt her arm even worse. The rain that had soaked her had stopped, but now the wind was beginning to pick up. That rain had also soaked the oak leaves littering the road, and caused her crash. Continue reading
He wasn’t going to make it. Only fifteen minutes on the road, and the wind had gone from a gentle side breeze to a stiff headwind. Up ahead, dark clouds were gathering quickly. He could feel the pressure drop as the wind rose. Continue reading