Page 41 of River Ride

“Umm…we have to get going.”

“Only take a minute. I just want to say goodbye to him and shake his hand.”

Before Tammy could stop him, Roger opened the back door of the squad and saw the blood on Bobby’s face.

Banks frowned. “I think Bobby needs a doctor.”

“Help me, Roger,” said Bobby. “Tammy’s crazy and she’s holding me hostage. Undo the cuffs and get me out of here.”

Bang.

Roger’s head exploded and a pink cloud floated upward while his bodily fluids splattered all over the side of the Bronco.

Tammy made a face at the mess then slid behind the wheel of the squad and started the engine. She backed out of the parking spot and turned onto the road. “Look what you did, Eldon. You got your buddy killed. That’s two on you in two days.”

Border Crossing. Osoyoos. British Colombia.

11:10 a.m.

Tammy pulled up to the booth at the small border crossing at the British Columbia/State of Washington line. She showed her creds to the officer on duty and laughed when he waved her through.

“See how easy that was, Eldon? Things will be easy peasy for the two of us from now on. We’ve got all the money we need, and nobody will ever find us.”

“Where are we going, Tammy?”

“Someplace nice and private where we can live and be happy. Just the two of us.”

“Do you have a place in mind?”

“Not yet, but I’ll know it when I see it.”

Stuck in the back seat, all Bobby could do was wait until they stopped for a bathroom break and then make his move on Tammy.

Prescott Cabin. Sicamous. British Columbia.

11:15 a.m.

We were already in the truck driving away from the cabin when Mark Garson called Travis. I was behind the wheel and Virge was sitting in the back hugging the dogs.

Dad was riding shotgun and he’d just lit up a smoke when his cell rang. “It’s Mark at the border crossing.”

“Huh. Wonder what he wants.”

“Mark, Travis Frost. What can I do for you?”

“Good news, Sheriff.”

“I could use some, Mark. What have you got?”

“Your Bronco just crossed into the State of Washington at the Osoyoos crossing point in British Columbia.”

“Damn it. I’m not that far from there, Mark. Thanks for the call. I owe you a case of beer.”

“Molson’s.” He laughed.

“Hear that, boys?” asked Travis.

“That’s definitely Tammy,” said Virge. “She was here and probably killed that guy in the cabin.”

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