Free Bug Out! Part 12: RV Alliance by Robert Boren Page A

you?”
    “No, but Malcolm made sure he made eye contact with us and shook his head no,” Gabe said.
    “He doesn’t want you to follow him,” George said. “What are you gonna do?”
    “We’re going back to the KOA we spent the night at. The fifth wheel is still there.”
    “Okay, I’ll call Sam Hinton and see if he can help. Did it look like they were arrested?”
    “They didn’t have their hands tied,” Gabe said. “Nobody had a gun on them.”
    “Good, then they’re probably just being brought in for questioning,” George said. “Sit tight when you get to the park. I’ll call you.”
    “Okay, thanks,” Gabe said. He put his phone away. “You got the gist. He’s going to call his buddy Sam Hinton. He said to sit tight at the RV Park until he calls us.”
    “All right,” Dobie said. “I don’t like this.”
    “Me neither.”
    ***
    “We probably should find a place to stop,” Scott said. “We shouldn’t be on the road during the day, at least until we’re further away.”
    “I’m getting tired anyway,” Cindy said. “I’ll look for a place.”
    “Good. Let’s go to a real RV Park instead of boondocking this time.”
    “You don’t think we’ll get recognized?” she asked.
    “Nah, we’ll probably be okay,” he said. “There still isn’t a good picture of me out there.”
    “If there were news stories, maybe there’s pictures of me. Wouldn’t they have found pictures of you?”
    “Nah,” he said. “The conventional wisdom is that I’m dead.”
    “You said you’d tell me who you are,” Cindy said as she studied his face. “How about now?”
    “I guess I can trust you enough,” Scott said. “You
did
help me clean up the mess at the boondocking spot. Sure you really want to know?”
    “Yeah,” she said.
    “Ever hear of the Nighthawk Road Killer?”
    Her eyes got big. “I had a feeling it was something like that, when you mentioned Malcolm Davis. You sure you aren’t going to kill me?”
    “Trust me,” Scott said.
    “Heard that before,” she said.
    “Really?” Scott said, laughing. “Name a woman who hasn’t heard that before. Anyway, it was a family thing. My dad started the killings, but I took over.”
    “How many have you killed?” she asked.
    “Lots,” he said.
    “Who?”
    “My most recent victim was the coed who got shot on the jogging path,” he said.
    “But you just killed several other people at the boondocking place, and the people back in my town.”
    “Those weren’t victims of the
Nighthawk Road Killer.
Those people were all victims of circumstance. I didn’t even mark any of those bodies.” He paused for a moment. “Maybe I can’t really count the coed, either. I didn’t have time to mark her. I just blasted her so she couldn’t identify me.”
    “How do you mark?” Cindy asked, getting fascinated now.
    “It’ll be easier to show you than to describe it,” he said. “Next time we snatch somebody, I’ll let you watch.”
    She got a sick look on her face. “You think I’m going to help you with this?”
    “Yeah, if you want to stay alive,” Scott said, a wicked grin on his face. “You’ll like it. I can tell. You’re a lot like Bailey. I wasn’t sure until you blew away that woman in the Class B. You didn’t have to do that. I saw the look on your face when you did it.”
    “What look?” she asked.
    “Glee,” he said, the grin back on his face. “You’re getting excited talking about this. I can see you squirming in your seat.”
    She looked at him, her face flushing. Then she looked away.
    “C’mon, admit it,” he said.
    She was silent for a moment, then looked back over at him, her eyes dilated. “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Good, glad we settled that,” he said. “No more secrets. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
    “Why do people think you’re dead?” she asked.
    “My house was in northern New Jersey,” he said.
    “Where the nuke went off?” she asked.
    “Yep,” he said.
    “But