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rushing from my
head and through my body. I tried to lunge at him, but my hands
were tied up too well.
“So this is blackmail? You’re saying that if I don’t blow up the
church, you’re going to kill that little girl? That’s sick! That’s
demented!” I only heard Ralph chuckle as he got into his car and
drove off, leaving me in the middle of nowhere.
    …
    I managed to get to my feet
after a good ten minutes when Ralph had driven out of sight. The
bag that carried the bomb was heavy and was a pain to carry. But I
had to choice to take it with me. The sun had started to set and
sweat started to drip from the top my forehead. I had been walking
for a good hour or so, and then I found a street that ran through
the field. From afar, I only saw a car or two pass by.
Though Ralph was messed up in the head, he was smart. He had
covered his license plate so I couldn’t somehow remember it. The
mask and the hood were smart, too. That way I couldn’t see any
facial structure or hair of any kind. Hell, even the rhyming got to
me. It made him seem more… menacing. Ralph knew what he was doing.
And that’s what scares me the most.
Cars passed by me with no problem. The people driving them would
look at me as they passed, and then speed up right after. It’s like
they thought I was a monster or something. It’s amazing what people
can assume nowadays.
After more sunlight was lost and cars passing me, a car stopped.
The driver was a teenage boy with long, shaggy blonde hair and a
small goatee. He was probably around seventeen or eighteen. A
cigarette hung from the side of his mouth, nearly falling
off.
“Need a lift?” he said, rolling down his window.
“Yes. Also, would you mind telling me the nearest city?” The boy
looked ahead and started to think.
“Umm, I just came from Irving. I’m on my way to Frisco. Is there
somewhere else you need to be?”
“No, Frisco is where I need to be.”
The boy nodded his head and unlocked the door. I opened to back
door and slid the bomb onto the seat. I awkwardly walked over to
the passenger side and got into the car, slowly putting on my
seatbelt. Please, for the love of
God, don’t look in the bag. “Could I use your phone?” I asked. The boy had already started to
drive down the road.
“Sure.” He reached into his pocket and handed it to me. I flipped
it open and dialed in Jackson’s number. The phone rang and rang,
and then it sent me to voicemail.
“Come on Jackson, don’t do this to me now,” I whispered to myself.
I dialed it in again and waited. Then a groggy voice had
answered.
“Hello?” Jackson sounded as if he had just woken up.
“Jackson! You remember the photo of the little girl?” Jackson
didn’t answer. “Jackson? Wake up, man!”
“Yes, I remember! Why?”
“Well…” I hesitated. It was like I hadn’t even taken in the whole
story yet. “The murderer of Bob Garrison plans more than just
killing an innocent man. He did that to get our attention. Or… at
least mine. The man behind it kidnapped me at the bar. He told me I
had to do something for him. Something big. Something bad…” I took
in a breath. “And if I didn’t do it, he would kill that little girl
in the photo.” I saw the boy stare at me on the side of my
eye.
Jackson was silent. Then I heard rustling of clothes and footsteps
on a wooden floor.
“What do you have to do?” Jackson asked, sounding worried and in a
hurry.
    “ He…” I looked over at the
boy. “I’ll tell you later. I’ll meet you at the station. Get ready,
Jackson. This… this is big.”
    …
    I pushed open the doors of
the police station, looking around the room. An officer sat in a
small chair, reading a news paper. Jackson stood next to the front
desk, tapping his fingers on a clipboard. He looked up as soon as I
walked in and took me into his office.
“Okay, I’m done waiting. What’s going on?” Jackson sat down in his
chair behind his desk, and I sat down in the chair in front of it.
I sighed and