with a hard thud. Zane ran breathlessly towards Trent and Brooklyn, who were already standing beside the truck. “The keys!” Trent shouted. Zane hurled the keys toward Trent. He leapt forward, caught them, unlocked the door, and the three scrambled inside. Trent started the truck and backed out of their parking spot, kicking up rocks and dirt.
That was when they heard what sounded like a pack of bottle rockets going off in the bed of the truck. “We’re being shot at!” Brooklyn cried.
“Get down!” Trent yelled. Brooklyn and Zane crouched down on the floorboard while Trent stomped the gas pedal to the floor and sped away.
“Do you still have the envelope?” Brooklyn asked when they were on a main road. “Yes,” Zane said, still panting.
“What if he got our license plate number” Trent said nervously.
“I doubt it . The alley was really dark, and I smashed your plate lights out before we left Montana,” Zane said.
“You did?” Trent sputtered .
“You didn’t notice?” Zane replied.
“They’re still going to put an APB out on the truck . We need to get onto a side road,” Brooklyn insisted.
Trent turned onto a side road, surrounded by cornfields. “Hand me the atlas. We’re going to need to take another route home,” Trent said to Zane. Trent glanced at the map while Zane and Brooklyn sat in silence, nervously glancing behind them.
“Look, I vote we get the hell out of Boise and find a hotel and just lay low for the night,” Brooklyn s uggested.
“That’s a novel idea, but how are we going to get a hotel room?” Zane replied.
“Oh, I think we can convince someone to get us a room,” Brooklyn remarked, pulling the Rolex out of her pocket.
“Brook, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Trent cautioned. They were parked behind a Holiday Inn hotel in Emmett, Idaho, watching people walk in and out.
“Do either of you have a better idea?” Brooklyn retorted. She was answered by silence. “How about this guy?” she said, pointing to a man who had just come out of the side door.
“No way! He looks like a convict,” Zane shrieked.
“Ok, how about him? He’s perfect . He’s probably leaving town, which is even better,” Brooklyn said eyeing a man in a business suit with a suitcase in his hand.
Brooklyn climbed out of the truck and started towards the man. It was time to put her acting abilities to the test. “Excuse me, sir, would you be interested in a Rolex?” she said. The man stopped, shook his head, and started towards his car. “I’m sorry to bother you,” she continued. He stopped and turned his head to face her. “It’s just that I’m from out of town and I’m low on funds. I traveled here to attend my father’s funeral, and I don’t have anywhere to stay tonight. That’s why I was hoping to find someone who could get me a room for the night in return for my dad’s watch. It’s a long trip home to Colorado, and I’m tired of sleeping in my car,” she pleaded, trying to look as sad as possible.
“I wonder what she’s telling him,” Trent said as he and Zane watched their exchange.
“I’m sure she’s usin g her womanly charms,” Zane chuckled. The man walked back to the hotel as Brooklyn stood waiting for him. He emerged several minutes later, approached Brooklyn, and handed her a key. “Score!” Zane cried.
“This place is great, Brook. You did well,” Zane grinned, flopping onto the bed in the hotel room.
“Did you see the huge pool downstairs? I wish we could go swimming,” Brooklyn said.
“Yeah, that would be great if the cops don’t ruin the party,” Trent said, parting the blinds with his finger and looking suspiciously out the window.
“Relax, no one is going to know we’re here,” Zane assured him. He pulled Eldridge’s research out of the envelope and began reading over it while Trent and Brooklyn sat on the bed beside his, watching TV.
“So what does
That was when they heard what sounded like a pack of bottle rockets going off in the bed of the truck. “We’re being shot at!” Brooklyn cried.
“Get down!” Trent yelled. Brooklyn and Zane crouched down on the floorboard while Trent stomped the gas pedal to the floor and sped away.
“Do you still have the envelope?” Brooklyn asked when they were on a main road. “Yes,” Zane said, still panting.
“What if he got our license plate number” Trent said nervously.
“I doubt it . The alley was really dark, and I smashed your plate lights out before we left Montana,” Zane said.
“You did?” Trent sputtered .
“You didn’t notice?” Zane replied.
“They’re still going to put an APB out on the truck . We need to get onto a side road,” Brooklyn insisted.
Trent turned onto a side road, surrounded by cornfields. “Hand me the atlas. We’re going to need to take another route home,” Trent said to Zane. Trent glanced at the map while Zane and Brooklyn sat in silence, nervously glancing behind them.
“Look, I vote we get the hell out of Boise and find a hotel and just lay low for the night,” Brooklyn s uggested.
“That’s a novel idea, but how are we going to get a hotel room?” Zane replied.
“Oh, I think we can convince someone to get us a room,” Brooklyn remarked, pulling the Rolex out of her pocket.
“Brook, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Trent cautioned. They were parked behind a Holiday Inn hotel in Emmett, Idaho, watching people walk in and out.
“Do either of you have a better idea?” Brooklyn retorted. She was answered by silence. “How about this guy?” she said, pointing to a man who had just come out of the side door.
“No way! He looks like a convict,” Zane shrieked.
“Ok, how about him? He’s perfect . He’s probably leaving town, which is even better,” Brooklyn said eyeing a man in a business suit with a suitcase in his hand.
Brooklyn climbed out of the truck and started towards the man. It was time to put her acting abilities to the test. “Excuse me, sir, would you be interested in a Rolex?” she said. The man stopped, shook his head, and started towards his car. “I’m sorry to bother you,” she continued. He stopped and turned his head to face her. “It’s just that I’m from out of town and I’m low on funds. I traveled here to attend my father’s funeral, and I don’t have anywhere to stay tonight. That’s why I was hoping to find someone who could get me a room for the night in return for my dad’s watch. It’s a long trip home to Colorado, and I’m tired of sleeping in my car,” she pleaded, trying to look as sad as possible.
“I wonder what she’s telling him,” Trent said as he and Zane watched their exchange.
“I’m sure she’s usin g her womanly charms,” Zane chuckled. The man walked back to the hotel as Brooklyn stood waiting for him. He emerged several minutes later, approached Brooklyn, and handed her a key. “Score!” Zane cried.
“This place is great, Brook. You did well,” Zane grinned, flopping onto the bed in the hotel room.
“Did you see the huge pool downstairs? I wish we could go swimming,” Brooklyn said.
“Yeah, that would be great if the cops don’t ruin the party,” Trent said, parting the blinds with his finger and looking suspiciously out the window.
“Relax, no one is going to know we’re here,” Zane assured him. He pulled Eldridge’s research out of the envelope and began reading over it while Trent and Brooklyn sat on the bed beside his, watching TV.
“So what does
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