Oh fuck.The cameraman does a close-up on her dad’s face. “Come home, Sam. Bring Sebastian with you. We can work this out.”
“We need to go.” I stick a cap on my wife’s head, pay for our chips, and leave the keys in our vehicle.
Using a coin for a screwdriver, I swap plates with another car, and steal an old Ford Escort.
My wife scoots in beside me. “What else did he say?”
“Apparently, we’re Bonnie and Clyde. We even robbed a bank.”
“Huh. I must’ve fallen asleep during it. Next time, wake me up, Tonto.”
“Copy that, Kemosabe, but I thought I was-” I glance in the rearview. “Fuck. It’s the State Police. Don’t say anything if we’re stopped. Okay? We’ll call Andy. Follow my lead.”
I’ve never hurt an officer of the law but there’s a first time for everything. Hell, I’m not taking her back east until we sort through this pile. The cruiser comes up fast on the outside lane, I put on my blinker, hold my breath and…
“Thank you, Jesus.” I heave out a sigh of relief as he passes but eyes wide, my wife clutches my forearm.
“Suds, my dad has never, not once, called me Sam. I am either Sammy or Samantha. He’s warning us off. Something is rotten in Denmark.”
“Or New York.” Just under the speed limit, I ease back into the middle lane.
“Exactly. How did we go from persons of interest to the FBI’s most wanted list?”
“We’ll figure it all out at the rez, Bonnie.”
“I like Watson and Holmes, better… Even Shaggy and Scooby.”
“Zoinks! Me too, sugar. Me too.”
