Fiction Friday: Chapter Thirteen

It didn't take long for Sarah to get used to driving the Flex. Soon the five girls were on the expressway trying their best to go the direction their parents were headed. Sienna and Shelby were asleep in the "way back" as they called it. It had been a long draining night.

"Hope he is not going to airport," Sierra said, a thought triggered the the Metro Airport sign rushing by them as the travelled south on I-275.

"He wouldn't be taking them to the airport. The security would be a huge problem," Sarah said. She was trying to just focus on driving because if she thought about what was happening she would be crippled with fear. She wasn't so worried about herself, but she really didn't want her cousins to get hurt.

"I don't think he's on this road anymore," Savannah said. The blue lines in her vision suddenly were moving further and further to the right. In a couple minutes, signs for 94 appeared in green and white over the expressway.

They didn't know how they had gotten so close to the man and their parents, but according to the things Savannah was seeing, they were only about a half hour behind him. They didn't know that the man had finally talked to Mr. Li and they were taking their bargaining ships to a safe location. They didn't know that the man had, had his plan changed, but it had.

In a few moments, the Flex was moving away from the airport, going west on 94, toward Chicago. They were about an hour and a half from the safe house, where the Mr. LK was going to meet the man, outside of Kalamazoo.

"We need to rest," Sarah said, her sleepiness was causing her to lose focus.

As the got close to Jackson, they started to see exits that had clusters of hotels and motels they could stay at. She pulled into the first one, a Quality Inn, which looked nice enough. After explaining that she didn't have a credit card and a little arguing back a forth, she convinced the front desk to let them stay with some substantial money paid up front. This was a clear violation of their policy, but the tired girls and a couple thousand dollars was enough to make the manager find a way to make it happen.

They tumbled into the room and slept heavily, at least until the savannah's phone rang, waking them at ten o'clock in the morning. It was the man.