AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 2: MONDAY, OCTOBER 20th

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     Even without the gun mounts, James
Bond would’ve loved my car.            
     After lowering the window, I threw
a switch that activated one of those   
devices, and it started up two small   
motors that lowered a metal panel over 
each of my license plates.             
     I’m sure eventually, someone’s    
gonna be able to figure out my name,   
but I was hoping that I’d be old news  
by then.                               
     I have no real problem with the   
press, but sometimes they can get a    
little too nosey, and I’m sure they’d  
put it out there, when they found out  
what I did to Scratches.               
     Besides the press, the only other 
loophole was that cop, but after cal-  
ling for help and arresting those two  
guys, he came over with my wallet.     
     I showed him the bunnies, and     
then, out of the blue, he promised to  
keep my name out of it, for now anyway.
     Who was that cop, and why did he  
do that? He didn’t even know me, or did
he? It was frustrating, because he     
looked so damn familiar.               
     I didn’t ask or even complain     
about it, because the important thing  
was that so far, no angry mob was gonna
be able to find me and storm the house.
     On the one hand, you could say    
that I’m just being paranoid, but when 
someone’s already tried to kill me with
a fifty-pound rock, I’d say that       
paranoia was justified.                
     While I was mulling that  over, I 
realized that the TV anchors were      
cheerfully using the word “hero” in    
place of my name.                      
     That was different, because every-
one else was calling me some kind of   
psycho, and I began humming that song  
again.                                 
     “You’re not a psycho killer,” Beth
yelled from the kitchen.               
     A minute later, she appeared with 
two cups of coffee, put them on a small
table, gave me a hug, and then slapped 
me. I mean, she really hit me hard, and
before I could say ow, she slapped me  
again.                                 
     “What the fuck were you think-    
ing?!” she said, and then gave me an-  
other hug.                             
     “I’m sorry, and I know you can’t  
help it sometimes, but damn it Crim, I 
don’t want you to die either, because  
that would kill me too.”               



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