The Ferrymans Daughter

THE GETAWAY

CHAPTER FOUR

GETAWAY

  The big city lights faded as the black Camaro sped down the long stretch of road. Its haze reflected off the window and disappeared as the car accelerated. The flickering brake lights shone upon the canyon walls while the driver slowed to take the long bend. Its mufflers barked when his foot laid into the pedal and the car rocketed around the curve.

  The well dressed man looked into the rear view mirror. Scanning for any unwanted followers, he thought he had got away unseen. He sped up the car, for the driver was always on time for his deliveries. Beside him upon the passenger’s seat sat the most beautiful woman. Her body lay there, lifeless and cold. The coins bearing the diamond insignia jingled as they hung from a silver chain looped upon the mirror.

  The well dressed man reached over to the console and turned up the stereo; sounds of heavy metal blared from the speakers, piercing the air. The Camaro sped down the barren highway and off into the desert. The moonlight was stifled as the clouds of a looming storm lingered upon the mountain tops. Knowing he was close he slowed the car to a crawl and put down the window. Looking out, the Well Dressed Man squinted as he looked for a sign.

  "And right about here" he thought to himself.

  Focused, he watched as his lights finally fell upon the signpost. The lost highway was found and he gave a sigh of relief. Visible for the select few to see, it had arrows stuck through its shell of a tree long dead, the heads of the arrows stuck through and pointed in all directions. He stared at it through the vacant window as he slowly rolled around the turn. Then the car crept down the lost roadway and disappeared into the darkness.

The wheels of the black Camaro turned to the side as it went off onto the shoulder of the road and came to stop. The motor ceased to run as the driver’s door swung open and everything fell silent. He paused to take in his surroundings for he could hear that which could not be heard. He looked up to the stars and observed the coverage from clouds moving over, quickly the Well Dressed Man realized that a storm was brewing and with haste he moved to exit the vehicle.

  The rain was visibly absent as the lightning flashed and the thunder bellowed above. He walked around to the front of the car and opened the passenger door.

  The dust kicked up from under his footsteps as his feet made contact with the dry earth. With his guest immobile, he scooped her up into his arms and kicked the door shut. Leaving his ride behind, The Well Dressed Man slowly walked forward, into the entrance too the valley. The clouds fell from the sides of the hill as the surrounding area became thick with fog. Engulfed, he carried his delivery into the misty forest. There he wandered, getting lost for a time.