AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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     It was actually beautiful.        
     We were at an almost ninety-degree
angle, like a slanted “V”, and wedged  
in good and tight. My car was now in   
front of the bag-throwing car. I was   
facing our side of the bridge, and they
were facing the other.                 
     That also brought traffic to a    
dead stop on our side.                 
     That’ll make it easier, I thought,
but realized that also left a lot of   
pissed off people behind me. I was     
gonna have to run through those people,
and that included over the bag-throwing
car.                                   
     What if they had guns, Beth asked 
me later, but I didn’t even think of   
that. That was probably a good thing,  
because it would’ve just slowed me     
down.                                  
     As soon as our cars hit the side  
of the bridge, I tried to open my door,
but it was jammed shut.                
     I climbed out my window and onto  
the roof, all the while, counting the  
seconds in my head.                    
     Eight seconds, nine seconds, ten  
seconds.                               
     Burlap bags are not known for     
staying afloat very long, so as soon as
I climbed on the roof, I took a quick  
look to see how far away the end of the
bridge was, and it looked like it was  
miles away.                            
     My heart sank, but I didn’t give  
up. I jumped over to the bag-throwing- 
car’s roof and finally down to the     
ground. All the while, dodging the     
hands of the driver and passenger by   
stepping on them.                      
     After I hit the ground running, I 
heard a car door open behind me, and   
maybe two people getting out and taking
off after me.                          
     That’s what it sounded like, but I
didn’t care. I was fast, but would I be
fast enough to save an animal’s life?  
That was the real problem, not the guys
chasing me.                            
     Fourteen seconds, fifteen seconds,
sixteen seconds.                       
     The guy in the car behind us, was 
now in front of me, and was also start-
ing to get out of his car. I had to    
detour around his shotgun side, as the 
precious seconds ticked away in my     
head.                                  



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