Free Over. (This. Is. Not. Over. #2) by Shannon Dianne Page B

Rossi.
     
    PS
    To Do List
Buy a pre-paid phone.
Call Dena.
Call Malcolm.
Refill Lithium prescription.
Go to the bank.             
     
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Danielle
    7 a.m.
    Connecticut
     
    “Hello?” I say as I press the speaker button on my cell.
    “Ms. Rouge, this is Nell from the front desk. I have Attorney Blair here and he’s been up to see you but you don’t seem to be answering. Is everything alright?”
    “Hang that shit up!” Rena says. I end the call.
    “Nell’s in on it too. I knew it! Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.” I say to Rena as she drives across the Connecticut border. “He’s looking for me.” I cover my hand with my mouth and then look at the time. Seven a.m. Damn, Rena’s been putting petal to the goddamn metal. I empty a corner-store-size bag of Cheetos in my mouth and then reach for my McDonald’s chocolate shake to wash it down. “Dammit … accidentally knocked over my Skittles.”
    “You need to get rid of that phone.” Rena says as she checks her rearview mirror.
    “You think he put a tracker on it?” I say as I pick a skittle up off the floor and pop it in my mouth.
    “Of course he did!”
    “Shit, you’re right.” I log into my phone, send a mass text message out to my employees telling them that I’ll be out of pocket for twenty-four hours, back up all of my data onto my SIM card, take that out, place it in my clutch and then throw the cell phone out of the window. “He’ll be in a field in Connecticut looking for us. Serves him right.”
    “He’s going to try to kill us.” Rena says matter-of-factly with a shrug. “Either that or he had the police with him just now.”
    “This is it Rena. This is how it all ends.” I sink down in my seat and put a hand over my mouth, sliding the milkshake straw between my fingers. A moment in time, just one moment in time, turned me into a murderer and now I will have to pay for that for the rest of my life. Nicky will have to grow up with Jon and Marla. But then again, I could have Marla killed. What’s one more murder when you already have one under your belt? And then, instantly, I’m surprised at the thoughts that are passing through my own head. Wow, the mind of a murderer is truly wicked. Who knew?
    “They won’t take me alive.” Rena says. “I’ll throw Georgie out of the car but they’ll have to take my ass down.”
    “What if they barricade us as we pass through Virginia?”
    “We’ll drive through it.”
    “What if they start shooting at us to stop?”
    “We’re still driving through it.”
    So I guess it’s settled. No matter what, we aren’t surrendering. I sit back and prepare for Virginia … and then I fall asleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Malcolm                                                         
    10 a.m.
     
    Either Red tossed her phone out of a window or she’s dead on the side of the road. Either way, I want to know what the hell she’s doing in Connecticut.
    I’m at my parent’s Boston home right now and I have yet to go to sleep. After I went to Red’s place and discovered that she had indeed ran, I figured I’d wait there awhile since surely, with no ID or passport, she couldn’t get far. Wrong as hell. I can only assume that she’s with Rena, who is the ‘hit-man’ to Red’s ‘godfather’.
                  “Okay, we need a plan.” Jacob says to me as we both sit at my parent’s kitchen table drinking our weight in black coffee. My parent’s house is the common meeting ground for everyone when we need an open and private space to discuss matters and crash between discussions. Rossi and his wife, Eva, have come over as well to help find Laura. However at the present, they’re in the living arguing about