feeling a migraine setting in due to the apparent pointlessness of these interviews, he massaged the bridge of his nose.
Dustin doodled in his notepad and muttered, “Guess she told you…”
Mark turned looking at him as if he wanted to pull out his service piece and shoot him.
Dustin feeling the negative vibe his partner was emitting toward him raised his head in bewilderment, “What?”
“Get off your ass and get me Officer Wilford’s file of his entire career,” barked Mark, “And not just the bells and whistles.”
Before Mercer can get up the door opened as a blonde haired green eyed female agent in her mid-twenties popped her head in, “Um…sir…we have a new problem…”
“What is it?” Mark dryly asked not in the mood for more problems.
“The Warden just informed me Ms. Dennison’s parents just called,” said the Agent, “They’re here in Gatesville, asking when they can take possession of her body…”
Mark literally grabbed his own skull as if to crush it in his own hand.
Dustin let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Just keeps on getting from bad to worse.”
CHAPTER FIVE
September 3, 2008, 0200 AM in the morning, Cypress Texas, twenty-seven minutes away for Houston and three hours and five minutes away from Gatesville driving. Sophia actually made it in less than an hour and a half despite crashing and burning in Birch Creek State Park at a steady pace of an estimated seventy miles an hour taking the woods and back roads in order to stay ahead of and under the radar of local law enforcement on the hunt for her. She stayed in the woods on the outskirts of town until nightfall as the town died down; moving whenever she felt a patrol was coming her way. With her newfound speed, it was easy for her to cover ground and keep distance between her and anyone coming in her direction. It was all too clear that the word was out that she had escaped, but the patrol was light probably believing there was no way she could have made it from Gatesville to Cypress on foot covering that amount of distance without getting caught.
She quickly learned to use lighter steps while moving, although she made a couple of necks snap and dogs bark. Eventually if she kept this up, someone would catch her, and for now she wanted to avoid getting into any forms of confrontation, at least until she figured out what was happening to her. The first thing she needed to do was get out of her tattered blood soaked river drenched prison gear, and find some clothes that would make her inconspicuous. After about another ten minutes of ducking in and out of alleyways she came upon the only Goodwill store in the town.
“Well… there’s no one more in need of goodwill than me…” she shrugged.
As she made her way to the back alley of the building the first thought was to rip the door off the entrance, but she could not chance setting off the alarm if it had one. She considered going for the roof when she noticed the large Goodwill drop box at the side of the building.
“Jackpot…,” Sophia whispered as she cautiously trotted over to the box.
She gave a quick look around, stooped down a bit and proceeded to try to slide her hand between the gap of the locked door, the fit was tight until she gave it a bit more force and realized that the metal was actually bending like clay underneath her hand. She took a deep breath bracing her other hand against the box and slowly began to pull. The thick steel locking mechanism creaked and groaned as she stretched it like taffy. She could have easily ripped it off with a yank but feared the popping sound would attract attention, besides she was fascinated at how she was feeling no pain from the harsh metal against her fingers, and how the metal literally gave in to her strength. Questions of how strong was she exactly flooded her mind as the lock finally gave in snapping in two. She exhaled with a half-nervous laugh which she halted by covering her mouth refocusing on
Dustin doodled in his notepad and muttered, “Guess she told you…”
Mark turned looking at him as if he wanted to pull out his service piece and shoot him.
Dustin feeling the negative vibe his partner was emitting toward him raised his head in bewilderment, “What?”
“Get off your ass and get me Officer Wilford’s file of his entire career,” barked Mark, “And not just the bells and whistles.”
Before Mercer can get up the door opened as a blonde haired green eyed female agent in her mid-twenties popped her head in, “Um…sir…we have a new problem…”
“What is it?” Mark dryly asked not in the mood for more problems.
“The Warden just informed me Ms. Dennison’s parents just called,” said the Agent, “They’re here in Gatesville, asking when they can take possession of her body…”
Mark literally grabbed his own skull as if to crush it in his own hand.
Dustin let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Just keeps on getting from bad to worse.”
CHAPTER FIVE
September 3, 2008, 0200 AM in the morning, Cypress Texas, twenty-seven minutes away for Houston and three hours and five minutes away from Gatesville driving. Sophia actually made it in less than an hour and a half despite crashing and burning in Birch Creek State Park at a steady pace of an estimated seventy miles an hour taking the woods and back roads in order to stay ahead of and under the radar of local law enforcement on the hunt for her. She stayed in the woods on the outskirts of town until nightfall as the town died down; moving whenever she felt a patrol was coming her way. With her newfound speed, it was easy for her to cover ground and keep distance between her and anyone coming in her direction. It was all too clear that the word was out that she had escaped, but the patrol was light probably believing there was no way she could have made it from Gatesville to Cypress on foot covering that amount of distance without getting caught.
She quickly learned to use lighter steps while moving, although she made a couple of necks snap and dogs bark. Eventually if she kept this up, someone would catch her, and for now she wanted to avoid getting into any forms of confrontation, at least until she figured out what was happening to her. The first thing she needed to do was get out of her tattered blood soaked river drenched prison gear, and find some clothes that would make her inconspicuous. After about another ten minutes of ducking in and out of alleyways she came upon the only Goodwill store in the town.
“Well… there’s no one more in need of goodwill than me…” she shrugged.
As she made her way to the back alley of the building the first thought was to rip the door off the entrance, but she could not chance setting off the alarm if it had one. She considered going for the roof when she noticed the large Goodwill drop box at the side of the building.
“Jackpot…,” Sophia whispered as she cautiously trotted over to the box.
She gave a quick look around, stooped down a bit and proceeded to try to slide her hand between the gap of the locked door, the fit was tight until she gave it a bit more force and realized that the metal was actually bending like clay underneath her hand. She took a deep breath bracing her other hand against the box and slowly began to pull. The thick steel locking mechanism creaked and groaned as she stretched it like taffy. She could have easily ripped it off with a yank but feared the popping sound would attract attention, besides she was fascinated at how she was feeling no pain from the harsh metal against her fingers, and how the metal literally gave in to her strength. Questions of how strong was she exactly flooded her mind as the lock finally gave in snapping in two. She exhaled with a half-nervous laugh which she halted by covering her mouth refocusing on
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