Love Your Family, Love Your Car!

“No way,” she says as the Latin suit guy behind her presses her toward the back door.

“Sweetheart,” Alice pins Paige with a glance. “Go. It’s okay.” Her gaze drifts to the suit guy’s side, to the noticeable bulge that Paige knows is a gun.

Paige groans as she climbs into the back of the SUV. Not again. Not more guns. Will this ever end?

When the SUV squeals turning out of the parking lot, Paige is thrown against Alice in the wide backseat. After a few miles of quick turns and more sliding around, the SUV comes to an abrupt stop in front of a darkened grocery store.

“ETA one minute,” surfer suit guy says, removing his fingertips from his ear and back to the steering wheel.

“Are these the good guys?” Paige whispers to her mom.

Before answering, Alice looks to see if the suits are listening. “I think so,” she replies.

“You think?” Paige gasps.

“There they are,” Latin suit guy points out the front window to another dark SUV zipping into the parking lot.

When the suits get out of the car, Paige tries the door handle. It’s locked from the outside. She’s looking around the SUV, trying to find a way to escape when the door next to her swings open, and two cops shove someone into the backseat with Paige and Alice.

A body crashes against Paige, shoving her closer to Alice. “Hey, watch it,” Paige cries. The surfer suit guy smiles and slams the door shut.

That’s when the new person lifts his head. Thick hair. His hazel eyes wide with fear find Paige.

“Brayden?” Paige gasps. She whips to face Alice. “Mom, these are not the good guys.” n

by Christa Stout

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