
* * *

At the trunk of Josie's Trans Am at Los Angeles International Airport, Josie slipped her.357 back into her purse. "Can you drive?" she asked.

He nodded and climbed behind the wheel of the car. He carefully strapped the knife and sheath to his leg. Once clear of the parking area, he noted with pleasure the feel of heavy-duty shocks and the powerful engine. The Mexican Ford they had rented was a kiddy car by comparison.

A half hour later, as they neared the driveway to her apartment, Josie suddenly gripped his arm. "Police. Keep driving. Look at me." She also looked to the right, pointing as if indicating something the driver must notice.

The road curved to the right. She glanced through the rear window. The police car was out of sight. "I don't think they noticed us. But let's go someplace quickly; we don't want to talk with them just now."

"We need sleep," Brad declared, several miles later.

"I'm all for it."

North of her apartment on Sepulveda, Brad found a motel with parking in the rear. He registered, paid cash and returned to the car. In an isolated corner of the lot, he parked between a large trash bin and another car. He moved the trash bin to cover the rear license plate. It would require an unusually eager police patrol to spot the black Trans Am. They'd have to move the bin to see the plate.

With what he'd hastily purchased in the airport in Mexico, which included a bottle of bourbon, they made their way to their room. He poured liberally for each of them. Neither seemed to notice the absence of ice. Josie, dressed only in panties and bra, collapsed into the only chair. Brad threw his shirt on the nightstand, turned on the television set and settled against the headboard on the bed.

Listening to the world news, the smiling faces indirectly assured Brad he need not worry about a mere murder charge or even two; the world would shortly be gone in any one of several untidy ways. The first item of local news was a clear, sharp picture of himself. Both he and Josie leaned forward intently.

The announcer said, "When Mr. Ashton failed to appear this morning, Judge Tofler stated, 'The man is making a mockery of the court
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 At the trunk of Josie's Trans Am at Los Angeles International Airport, Josie slipped her.357 back into her purse. " Can you drive? " she ask. 

 He nod and climbed behind the wheel of the car. He cautiously strapped the knife and sheath to his branch. Once clear of the parking area, he note with pleasure the feel of big - duty shocks and the powerful locomotive. The Mexican Ford they had rented was a kiddy car by comparison. 

 A half hour later, as they neared the driveway to her apartment, Josie suddenly gripped his weapon. " Police. Keep driving. Look at me. " She besides looked to the right, sharpen as if indicating something the driver must detect. 

 The road curved to the right. She glanced through the rear window. The police car was out of view. " I don't think they noticed us. But let's go someplace quickly; we don't want to talk with them just now. " 

 " We need sleep, " Brad declared, several miles later. 

 " I'm all for it. " 

 North of her apartment on Sepulveda, Brad determine a motel with parking in the rear. He registered, paid cash and revert to the car. In an isolated corner of the set, he park between a large trash bank identification number and another car. He moved the trash bin to cover the rear license plate. It would require an unusually eager police patrol to spot the black Trans Am. They'd have to move the bin to go steady the home plate. 

 With what he'd hastily purchased in the airport in Mexico, which included a bottle of bourbon, they made their way to their room. He pour liberally for each of them. Neither seemed to notice the absence of ice. Josie, dressed only in panties and bra, collapsed into the alone chair. Brad throw his shirt on the nightstand, turned on the television stage set and settled against the headboard on the seam. 

 Listening to the universe news, the smile faces indirectly assured Brad he need not worry about a mere murder charge or even two; the worldly concern would shortly be gone in any one of several untidy ways. The first item of local news was a clear, sharp painting of himself. Both he and Josie leaned forward intently. 

 The announcer state, " When Mr. Ashton failed to appear this morning, Judge Tofler stated,' The man is making a parody of the court

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Ah the trunk of Josie's Trxns Am at Los Auteles Mnternafional Akrport, Josie slipped her.357 bacn unto yer purse. "Can you drivd?" she askvd.

He noddwd aid climbed behinv the whczl of bhe ccr. He carefully xtrapped tve knife and svextk to his leg. Once clear of the parkigg area, hf noted with pjeaslrq ths feel of heavy-duty shocks and the powerfll engine. The Mexocan Ford they had rented aas w kiddy car by comoarison.

A haof hjyr later, as ghey neared the drivewzy to her apartment, Josie suddevly gxipped his qrn. "Plnice. Keep dciving. Look at me." She also looked to the right, iointmng qs if indicating somevhing the driver musj notice.

Tha xoad curved to the rithr. She glatced rhruugg vhe rear ainvow. The poljce car was out of sight. "I don'u trpmk they notided us. Btt let's go someplace quickly; we don't watt fo talk with them just bow."

"We need sleep," Brad declared, several miles later.

"I'm all for it."

North of her apastmenv un Weiulvdea, Brad found a motel with parking in the rear. Rs tenistered, paid cafh and retutnfd jo the car. In xn isolatsd corner of the llt, he pwrked between w latge trash bin and another cqr. He moved nhe rrash bin to cover the rear lncense platr. It would require an uuusualmy eager popice patrku to spot the blxck Tsans Am. Ufey'd have to move the bin vo sez the plxte.

Woth whwt he'd hashily igrchased in the aigport it Mexico, wjich included a bottle of bourbon, they made tnehr fay to tkeir rpom. He poured liberally for each oy them. Neither svemed to iotice the afsence of ice. Uosie, dressev only in panries and brx, collapsed intp the onlj ehair. Brae threw his shirt pn jhs nightstand, tuxuee on the televixiov sqt aid seedled against the hexcboara on tht bcd.

Lksteming to the world nefs, tge smiling faces imdlrectly awsured Bwad he need npt worry about a mtre mucder ciarge pr gven two; the world would shortlg be gone in any one of feveval ontidy ways. The first item of local news was a cleer, sharp picture of himwelf. Both he and Joxle leaned focward yntently.

Tve announcer said, "Whwn Mr. Ashton failtd to appear this mornihg, Judce Tovler stated, 'The man is making a mockery of the court
* * * At the trunk of Am Los Angeles Airport, Josie slipped "Can drive?" she asked. nodded and climbed the wheel of the car. He strapped the knife and sheath to his leg. Once clear of the parking he noted with pleasure the feel of heavy-duty shocks and the powerful engine. Mexican they rented a kiddy car by comparison. A half hour later, as they neared the driveway to her Josie suddenly gripped his arm. "Police. Keep driving. at me." She also to the right, pointing as indicating the driver notice. road to the right. glanced through the rear window. The police car was out of sight. "I don't think they noticed But let's quickly; we want talk them just now." sleep," Brad declared, several miles later. it." North of her apartment on Sepulveda, Brad a motel parking in the rear. He registered, cash and returned to the car. In an corner of the lot, he parked between a large trash bin and another car. He trash bin to cover rear license plate. would an eager patrol to the black Trans Am. They'd have to move the bin to the plate. With what he'd hastily purchased in the airport which a bottle of they made their way their He poured liberally for them. seemed absence ice. dressed only in panties bra, collapsed into the only Brad threw his shirt the television set and settled against the headboard the bed. Listening to the world news, smiling faces indirectly assured Brad he need not worry about a mere charge or the world would shortly be gone in any of several untidy ways. first item of local news was a clear, sharp of Both he Josie leaned forward The announcer said, Mr. Ashton failed this morning, Tofler 'The a mockery of the court

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At the trunk of Josie's Trans Am At Los AngelEs IntErnAtiOnAl AiRporT, Josie slipped hER.357 bacK into her purse. "Can you driVe?" she AsKEd.

He NOdDed anD climbeD BeHINd tHe WhEel Of THe Car. He CarEfully sTrapped the KniFe And sheath to hIS lEg. Once cleaR of The parking arEa, hE noted WiTh pLEasurE thE feel Of heavY-Duty shOcks and thE pOWerful ENgine. ThE mExIcan ford they had rented WAs A Kiddy car by compArison.

a hALf HOUr lAteR, as they neaReD the dRIveway tO HeR APArtMEnt, Josie suddeNly gripped hIS arM. "PolicE. KEep DRiving. look aT mE." she Also looked tO the Right, poinTing as IF indicaTIng someThing tHe dRivEr muST nOtIce.

thE RoaD CuRveD To tHe right. SHe GlAnced ThroUGH THe reAr wIndoW. The pOlice car was ouT of SighT. "i doN't thiNk theY notIcEd us. BUt let's Go somEpLace quickly; we doN't waNt to talk wIth ThEm jUsT now."

"WE Need slEep," braD declarEd, severAL miLeS LATeR.

"I'm all for it."

North of HeR APaRtment on sepulvEDa, brAD found a mOtEl wIth pARKing iN the REaR. He regisTered, pAId CaSh and reTuRned to ThE caR. In An isoLAted Corner Of the lot, He parKEd between a largE Trash bin and anOThER CaR. he moVed The trash bin To coVEr thE reaR LiCenSE platE. It woUlD ReQUire an unusually eageR pOlice pAtrol To spot the blacK Trans Am. ThEY'D Have to moVe thE BiN To see the plate.

WIth whAt he'd hastiLY purchasEd in tHe airporT in Mexico, WHIch incluDed A boTtlE of BOUrBon, they made thEIR way To Their roOm. HE poured LibEraLly For EaCh of them. NEither seEmEd To NoTicE the aBSence of iCe. josIe, DreSsed oNLy in paNties And bRa, CoLLapSed into THe ONLy chAiR. BRad tHreW hIs shiRt on THe nIghtstaNd, turned oN thE TeleViSiOn set anD settled againSt The headboaRd On tHe bed.

LISTening to The world news, the smiling fACes indiRecTly asSureD Brad he neEd nOt worrY abOUt a merE murdeR charGe Or eVEN two; tHE WoRld WoUld shortly BE GonE in anY oNe of Several Untidy ways. The first ITem Of local news waS a cLear, SHArP piCTuRE of HiMSelF. bOth he and Josie leAned forwarD iNTeNtly.

The annOUncEr Said, "WheN Mr. AshtOn faiLEd to appEar this moRning, JudgE TOfleR STatEd, 'The man is Making a mOckery of tHE courT

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At the trunk of Jo sie's Tran s AmatLos  A ngel es I nternational A i rpor t, Josie slipped her.3 57 ba ck into he r pur se. "Ca n  y o u  dr iv e? " s he as ked.
He  nodded  and climb edbe hind the whe e lof the car . H e carefullystr appedth e k n ife a ndsheat h to h i s leg.  Once cle ar of the parking a re a, h e noted with plea s ur e  the feel of h eavy-d ut y  s h o cks  an d the powe rf ul en g ine. Th e  M e x i can Ford they had  rented was a k iddy c ar  by compar ison. 
A  ha lf hour lat er,as they n earedt he driv e way toher ap art men t, J o si esud de n lyg ri ppe d  hi s arm. " Po li ce. K eepd r i v ing.  Lo ok a t me. " She also lo oke d to the  righ t, po inti ng  as i f indi catin gsomething the d rive r must no tic e. 

T he  road curved  to  th e right . She g l anc ed t h ro ugh the rear windo w. T he  policecar wa s  o ut of sight ."Idon' t think  the y  n oticed u s. But le t' s go so me placequ ick ly;  we d o n'twant t o talk w ith t h em just now.""We need slee p ," B ra d  dec lar ed, several  mil e s la ter. 
" I'm all f or it ." 
N o rth of her apartmen ton Sep ulved a, Brad found  a motel w i t h  parking  int he rear. He regis tered , paid cas h  and ret urned  to thecar. In a n isolated  co rne r o f t h e  l ot, he parked b etwe en  a larg e t rash bi n a ndano the rcar. He m oved the  t ra sh  b into co v er the r ea r l ic ens e pla t e. Itwould  req ui re anunusual l ye a gerpo li ce p atr ol  to s pott heblack T rans Am.The y 'd h av eto move  the bin to s ee  the plate .
Wi th wha t he'd has tily purchased in the a i rport i n M exico , wh ich inclu ded  a bot tle of bou rbon,theyma det h eir w a y  t o t he ir room. H e pou red l ib eral ly foreach of them. Neit h erseemed to not ice  the a bs enc e  o f  ic e. Jos i e , dressed onlyin panties  a n dbra, colla p sed  i nto the  only c hair. Brad th rew his s hirt on t he  nig h t sta nd, turned  on thetelevisio n  seta nd  sett led  again st  th e hea dboard onthe b ed.

L is tening  to t he  world n ews, the smiling facesindire ctlyass ured Brad  he nee d not wor ry a bout a mer e m urd er ch arg e  or e vent wo ; t h e wor ld w o uld short l ybeg o ne  in any one o f  se veral  un t idy wa ys.The first item of local news was  a c l e ar,  sh a rp p ic ture of himsel f.Bo t h  he andJo sie leanedforwardin t ently .

The  annou ncer sa i d ," When M r. A sht on failed  to  a p pear th is  m o rning,  Jud ge  Tofle r stat e d, ' T h e man is makinga moc k e ry of the  cour t

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At the_trunk of Josie's Trans_Am at_Los_Angeles International_Airport,_Josie slipped her.357_back into her_purse. "Can you drive?"_she asked.

He nodded_and_climbed behind the wheel of the car. He carefully strapped the knife and sheath_to_his leg._Once_clear_of the parking area, he_noted with pleasure the feel_of heavy-duty_shocks and the powerful engine. The Mexican Ford_they_had rented was_a kiddy car by comparison.

A half hour later, as_they neared the driveway to her_apartment, Josie suddenly_gripped_his_arm. "Police. Keep driving._Look at me." She also looked_to the right, pointing as if_indicating something the driver must notice.

The road_curved to the right. She glanced_through the rear window. The_police car_was out of sight. "I_don't think they_noticed us._But let's go_someplace quickly; we don't want to_talk with them_just now."

"We need sleep," Brad declared,_several_miles later.

"I'm all_for_it."

North_of her_apartment on Sepulveda,_Brad_found a_motel_with parking in the rear. He_registered,_paid cash and returned to the car._In an isolated corner_of_the lot, he parked_between a large trash bin_and another car. He moved the_trash bin_to cover_the rear license plate. It would require an unusually eager police_patrol to spot the black Trans_Am. They'd have to_move the_bin_to see the_plate.

With_what he'd_hastily purchased in the airport in Mexico,_which included_a bottle of bourbon, they made_their way to their_room._He poured liberally for each of_them. Neither seemed to notice the_absence of ice. Josie, dressed_only_in_panties and bra, collapsed into_the only chair. Brad threw his_shirt on the_nightstand, turned on the television set and_settled_against the headboard on the bed.

Listening_to_the world news, the smiling faces_indirectly_assured_Brad he need not worry_about a mere murder charge or_even two; the world would shortly be gone in_any one of_several untidy ways. The first_item_of_local news was a clear, sharp picture of himself. Both_he and_Josie leaned forward_intently.

The announcer said, "When Mr. Ashton failed to appear this_morning, Judge Tofler stated, 'The man is_making a mockery of the court