Post by mac on Jan 1, 2017 18:37:00 GMT
Cliff pocketed his purchases, and moved to head out. He expected that Cleo had filled up the tank while he was busy and that she was ready to go. He turned to look at the car to just gauge this and that was when he saw the problem.
That man who he’d seen on the news – the murderer guy wh tried to steal their car and mug them – was there, leaning against a car with a hat over his face. To the untrained eye he might have blended in. But Cliff recognized the arch of his shoulders and the way his neck buldged out slightly. He could see one of the guy’s arms was slack against him, that must be the ijured one. He felt his blood run cold at the sight of them.
But what was scariest was that Cleo was only three feet away from them.
Cliff quickly bolted from the store, paying no mind to the cashier who eyed his supcious actions. Cliff had to pass the guy and his buddies and yanked his hood up over his head to try and mask his identity.
”...to Nevada. Yeah. Nevada’s good. Tilly’s there, right?” Cliff caught a bit of the conversation the guy was having. After the men made noises of agreement, their attacker snorted. ”Tried to get a car earlier. Didn’t work out.”
”Yeah?” One of the guys asked. ”Why not?”
”Kid had a knife,” The man growled, ”I’m tellin’ ya, if I see that kid again – “
Cliff felt himself lose his footing and feared that the men turned around. He didn’t notice if they did, and wound up right behind Cleo just as she realized who was behind them. When she wrapped her arms around him he felt no better – he put his arms around her to hide her face from the men who may or may not have noticed them. If they recognized the car... please no. Cliff’s arms were shaking as he headed to the car.
”We need to get out of here. They’ll recognize the car.” Cliff said. He slipped into the driver’s seat and started the car, peering in the rear-view. One of the men, not the one he’d attacked, was looking right at them. If he convinced that guy to turn around... Cliff swallowed a lump in his throat. ”We’ll fill up at the next stop come on we need to go.”