Sandy quickly scanned the contents of the article about him. He was shocked! How in the world had anyone found out? He had managed to keep it a secret for so long. How and why did it have to come out now? He had to find out how all this came out. He wanted answers and he knew who to ask the questions that would give him the answers.
Sandy gathered up the paper and quickly left Company. Dinah watched him, as he raced out of the restaurant. He looked like he was running out of there, like his ass was on fire, Dinah thought. She had a big grin on her face. She felt pleased. It had been what Jon had wanted to have happen. Sandy’s secret coming to light at last. Dinah briefly, wondered how Jon had kept it a secret for so long? This kind of secret would be something that someone like she would’ve loved to have used in order to get what she wanted. Dinah couldn’t figure out how Jon had resisted using it before, when he was fighting to get Tammy in the first place. If everyone had known then…Jon would’ve had Tammy a lot sooner than he had back then.
Dinah returned to her mother. Vanessa looked up at her, as she sat down. She leaned closer as she spoke. “How did he react?” She asked.
“How do you think he’d react?” Dinah replied. “He freaked, and then left in a hurry. I hope he doesn’t know who let his secret out.”
Vanessa looked at Dinah closely. “I hope he doesn’t figure it out, that it was you that let the cat out of the bag. How did you find out about it anyways?”
“Oh, I have my ways,” Dinah replied, coyly.
Vanessa had a bad feeling about those ways that Dinah was speaking about. “I just hope that it was legal. I have a funny feeling that Sandy would want to see all who are responsible hanged to dry,” Vanessa warned.
“Don’t worry, mom. I have a feeling that Sandy will be too busy answering to everybody else for awhile.”
Reva had to brace herself, on the back of a chair. Sandy?! She was shocked! She had never seen it coming. She had thought that Sandy was an upbeat, stand up kind of guy. Reva had loved him like a son. How could he have kept this kind of secret from her? She may not have liked it or understood it…but she would have tried.
The phone rang. Reva went to answer it. “Hello?” Reva asked.
“Reva, it’s Josh. Have you read the paper?” Josh asked her. “Did you read that article about Sandy?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Did you know about this?” Josh asked, suspiciously.
“How would I know about something like this?” Reva replied, stunned that Josh would accuse her of knowing. “I’m as shocked as you are!”
“I’m sorry, Reva,” Josh apologized. “It’s just that you’ve always supported Sandy, even when the rest of us didn’t. I’m sorry. I just can’t get my brain wrapped around it.”
“That’s okay,” Reva replied. “I guess this proves that you can’t trust anybody nowadays.”
“I guess that’s true,” Josh agreed. “Have you heard from him?”
“From Sandy?” Reva asked. “Why would he come to see me?”
“Because you and he are close. I thought that he might turn to you during this time,” Josh shrugged. “You were the first to forgive him before,” Josh reminded her.
“That was different!” Reva shouted. “This is a totally different matter! This time…he’s going to find out that he’s lost all chances of forgiveness that he might have had,” Reva spouted, angrily into the phone. “Nobody gets this many chances!”
Jon and Tammy ran up the hill, and headed for Tammy’s car parked down the road. The air was getting colder, as night was beginning to creep in. They could hear the sirens getting closer and louder, in the distance, but still could not see any flashing lights.
Jon reached the car first. “Toss me the keys,” he called back to Tammy, who was just getting to the car. “I’m driving.”
“No, you’re not,” Tammy replied back. “You’ve just been in a terrible accident! You’re in no shape to drive!”
“I’m fine,” Jon responded. “See? No broken bones, and I’m able to walk. I’m fine,” Jon said, showing her that he was able to move his arms and legs. Trying to prove to her that he was indeed fine. He reached for the keys, expecting Tammy to give them to him.
“No, you’re not. You’re bleeding,” Tammy accused. He had blood dripping down the side of his face. She held on to the keys in a firm grasp. “You could have had a concussion!”
“I told you…I’m fine,” Jon repeated, stubbornly.
“No, you’re not,” Tammy replied back, just as stubbornly.
“I’m the better driver,” Jon explained. “I can out run the cops better than you could. I’ve had to before.”
“That’s something to be proud of,” Tammy said, under her breath.
“What did you say?” Jon asked. Not sure if he had heard her correctly.
“I said, that I’m driving. It’s my car,” Tammy refused to budge.
Jon shook his head in surprise. “I’m the better driver. I won’t hurt your precious car, I promise. Look, if it will make you feel better…you can tell me where to go,” Jon tried to convince her.
“Sorry, you’re not driving…although, right now, the thought of telling you where to go does have some sort of appeal…” Tammy responded, in a smart mouthed way. She refused to back down. She wanted to get through this in one piece. She shook her head. “No, I won’t have you passing out on us while driving. I can’t take that risk.”
Jon groaned. He saw in the distance that the flashing lights were getting closer, and that he could now see them. Too close. “Fine…” he growled. “Have it your way. Just get us out of here safely.”
Tammy responded with a gloating smile. “Don’t worry, I will,” she walked around the car, to the driver’s side door and opened it.
Jon hung his head down, as he walked to the passenger side door and did the same. “Women,” he grumbled, as he climbed in.
Tammy couldn’t be sure that she had heard him right. She grinned. “Did you just admit which sex make better drivers?” She asked, trying to not take offense. As she too climbed inside. “Because it’s a proven fact that women do,” she said, as she started up the car and buckled up her seatbelt.
Jon looked at her with surprise. “No, I was referring to who was the most stubborn,” he crossed his arms, with a humph, like a spoiled child who hadn’t gotten his way.
“Poor baby,” Tammy replied, not taking the bait. She put the car into gear and they took off.
The emergency vehicles got there coming to a stop, just as Tammy and Jon went around the bend.
Tammy and Jon had been driving for awhile. Tammy had watched in the rear-view mirror, to make sure that they weren’t being followed. Nothing…either they hadn’t realized that Jon had escaped from custody or that they were too busy investigating the accident. Tammy knew that it wouldn’t be long for them to find out.
Jon changed the radio station for the millionth time, trying to find some music to listen to. He wished they were in his car, where he had many CD’s to listen to. Tammy had CD’s of her own, but they were of the top forty variety. Not his kind of music.
Jon’s stomach started to growl. He realized that they hadn’t eaten for awhile. “Want to stop and get a bite to eat?” He asked.
“Sure.” Tammy replied. “Where would you like to eat?” She asked, as she looked around at the passing scenery. It was dark, but she could tell that there were trees on either side of the road. “We could stop in the next town, if you’d like,” Tammy offered.
“Sounds good,” Jon agreed. He turned around to look out the rear window. His hand braced on Tammy’s headrest. “Looks like we’re all alone on the road. Think anybody realizes that I’ve escaped yet?” He turned back around, his hand stayed behind Tammy‘s head.
“I don’t know, but I think we should keep one step ahead,” Tammy answered.
Jon couldn’t help it, he was bored. He wasn’t the type to be a passenger, he was usually the one driving. He kept shifting in his seat to get into a better, more comfortable position. His fingers began to play with Tammy’s hair. Running his fingers through it, he found it silky soft. His fingers touched the nape of her neck and massaged gently.
Tammy felt what Jon was doing to her neck. It sent shockwaves down her spine. She was exhilarated and breathless and wondered where his exploring fingers would go to next, with baited breath. His fingers glided down, along her neck, towards the spot where her ear and her jawbone met. He played with her earlobe, and traced his fingers through her dangling earring.
“You know how proud of you I am?” Jon asked, as he gazed at her while she was driving. “I can’t believe that you had a plan to help me escape,” Jon said, incredulously. “What you were willing to give up in order to be with me. I can’t believe it! Who would’ve ever thought that you have such a devious mind? Maybe my bad influence is rubbing off on you?”
Tammy grinned. It pleased her to know that he liked this side of her. “Who says that I haven’t always been this devious? You didn’t know me before…maybe I always was, but I didn’t let it show.”
“You were huh?” Jon asked, like he didn’t believe her. He leaned closer, breathing in her ear. “This side of you is kinda…hot,” he rasped, into her ear.
Tammy felt a shiver run through her body. Just his breath was enough to turn her on. She could only imagine what doing more would do to her. “I’m driving, you know,” she said, trying to put a stop to his manipulations. She was finding it hard to concentrate on the road.
Jon pretended innocence. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Jon replied. “If I were driving — you wouldn’t have to worry about losing control,” he suggested.
Tammy laughed. “Good try, but no deal,” Tammy pulled into the first town that they came to. There wasn’t much. No restaurants, no grocery stores that they could see, but they noted that there was a gas station and a confectionery. They decided to pull in there, to grab some junk food to fill their empty stomachs.
Frank and Mallet arrived at the accident scene. It was a tragic accident. One victim dead, and the other one was being rushed to Cedars at that very moment. Frank hoped that he would be able to talk about the accident when he recovered, if he recovered.
Frank had noted that the van was the same one that had been scheduled to take Jonathan Randall up to the state prison. Jonathan was nowhere to be seen. Frank figured that he had escaped. He had patrol officers searching the woods and the country side. Hopefully, they’d be able to find him. He couldn’t have gotten very far. Frank figured that he must have been hurt as well since the van was a total wreck. It would be hard to believe that anyone would’ve been fine enough to get out of an accident like that by themselves.
Mallet was checking out the pavement of the highway. He noticed something and flashed his light on it. “Frank!” He called over. “Come here, take a look!”
“What have you got?” Frank asked.
“I think there’s been another vehicle here. Look, there’s another set of treadmarks in the snow! Looks like they had problems stopping. See here?” Mallet pointed to some tracks. “There is a different set of treadmarks, fishtailing and coming to a stop over here,” he said, pointing and following in the direction that Tammy’s car had gone. “Maybe Jonathan hitched a ride with someone?” Mallet suggested.
“Maybe…” Frank admitted. “That could only mean one thing,” Frank paused. “Either an innocent driver picked up a hitchhiker, which could put that person in danger or….Jonathan had somehow arranged to have someone to pick him up. They could have caused the whole accident on purpose for all we know.”
The two of them exchanged a look that spoke volumes.