Riding the road’s curve on his brakes, he glanced ahead to the right, to the house he’d stopped by hundreds of times. A gleaming silver Civic sat... in the driveway. He felt his jaw drop, the cold AC blasting his mouth. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” But he slowed to an idle near the driveway. Saw the familiar little pink heart in the lower corner of the back windshield. Hailey's car. The urge to disappear became so strong the frame of his vision shook. “You can’t just be good. You. She just stared into the sparkling water. Her white socks lay between them, and Tom noticed several pink stains. ‘Let me see your feet.’ A cool dampness soaked through his pants as he inspected the blistered toes and heels in his lap. ‘You should’ve said something,’ Tom scolded, patting them dry with his shirttail. He dug out the first-aid kit, and applied dabs of antiseptic ointment, gauze pads and surgical tape to protect the raw spots. ‘We’ll go a little slower, from now on.’ ‘Thank you,’. I'll try to buy us some time while you look, then we will see how many of them are willing to die for that strong box," I replied.Bob grinned evilly and nodded his head in understanding. I turned around and knelt on the seat so I could see behind us. The view was not a pleasant one as six riders were thundering up the road about one hundred yards behind us. I watched them for a few seconds to see if they would stay in a column of twos as they were or if they would spread out. When I saw them. Chase managed to slip her a note telling her if she didn’t meet him at a little motel outside of town, at five o’clock that evening, then at the next meeting he’d show the group a video; and she knew how much they’d enjoy it.Chase was not sure if Miranda would call his bluff or not. He was sitting at the little motel waiting. It was almost five o’clock and no Miranda. He was beginning to think the young preacher’s wife was not coming, and then he saw her car pull in. Miranda could see Chase.