CHAPTER TWELVEJessica
The fact that Alexis and Swede ended up crawling out a
bathroom window in order to escape the strange people in the van parked outside
their motel room, was an irony not lost on me. After I fled down the alley and
made my way back to my car, I went straight home and threw a few essentials
into a small bag.
I wanted to get as far out of town as possible. I’d have to dip
into my small savings and rely on Visa for the rest, but I had to get away from
those men. The police couldn’t act as my personal bodyguards, and Fred was
dead—beyond anyone’s help now. I considered my parents, who lived in the Bay
Area, but I didn’t want to go running home, possibly bringing trouble with me.
And San Francisco didn’t seem far enough away.
My sister, on the other hand, was ac
