Part 24 (2/2)
”I did forget the new vise grips,” the man muttered. ”Great.”
The door shut with a bang. When I started pulling off the tarp, Derek whispered, ”Wait. He's still walking away.”
A minute pa.s.sed as he listened, then he said, ”Okay.”
I got up and pushed the tarps back where we'd found them as Derek peeked outside again.
”Trees to our left,” he said. ”We'll head through there, then circle and grab something to drink from the restaurant before we head out.”
”And use the bathroom.”
”Yeah. Follow me.”
We slipped out of the van and darted to the trees. Running behind Derek was worse than running behind Tori-with his long legs he barely needed to walk fast before the gap between us widened.
When he stopped short and spun to face me, I expected a scowl and an order to keep up, but his lips formed a curse. Running footfalls sounded behind me. I was about to break into a sprint when a hand clamped down on my shoulder.
Derek started to charge. I saw his expression, that telltale curl of his lip, and I wildly gestured for him to stop. He did, skidding to a halt, but his gaze stayed fixed over my head, watching my captor.
”I thought I'd picked up a pa.s.senger or two,” said a man's voice.
He turned me around. It was the driver of the van. He was middle-aged with a gray ponytail and a craggy face.
”W-we didn't take anything,” I said. ”I'm sorry. We just needed a ride.”
”Jesus,” he said, s.h.i.+fting me into the sun for a better look. ”How old are you?”
”F-fifteen.”
”Just barely, I'll bet.” He shook his head. ”Running away from home. I'd bet on that, too.” His voice softened. ”That's not a road you want to take, kids. Speaking from experience, it is not the road at all.”
Derek sidled closer, gaze fixed on the man, so intent I don't think he heard a word the guy said. I slid my hand into my pocket, fingertips touching my knife, not taking it out, just reminding myself it was there, that I wasn't as helpless as I felt.
I caught Derek's attention, not sure he'd notice, but he did, nodding absently, letting me know he was still in control.
The man continued, ”Whatever is going on at home, it's not as bad as you think.”
I lifted my gaze to his. ”And if it is?”
A pause, then a slow, sad nod. ”All right. Maybe that's so. It happens, more than you think, but there are other ways to deal with it. Places you can go. People who can help.”
”We're fine,” Derek said, his voice a low rumble.
The man shook his head. ”You're not fine, son. You're, what, seventeen? On the run? Catching rides in the back of vans?”
”We're fine.” Derek's rumble had gone lower, a growl now. He cleared his throat and eased back. ”We appreciate your concern, sir.”
”Do you, son? Do you really?” He shook his head. ”I'm going to take you both inside and get you a hot meal. Then I'll make some calls. Find you a place to stay.”
”We can't-” I began.
”No one's going to send you home. Now come on.” His hand tightened on my shoulder.
Derek stepped forward. ”Sorry, sir, but we can't do that.”
”Yes, you can.”
Derek waved for me to come over to him. I took a step. The man's hand tightened more.
”Let her go.” The growl had returned to Derek's voice.
”No, son. I won't hurt your friend, but I'm going to take her inside and call someone who can help. I'm hoping you'll come with us, but that's your choice.”
”Go,” I whispered, low enough that only Derek could hear. ”I'll catch up.”
I was sure he'd heard, but he pretended not to.
”I'm going to ask you again, sir. Let her go.”
”That sounds an awful lot like a threat, son. You're a big boy, but you don't want to take on a guy who's been in construction for twenty years and in more fights than he cares to admit to. I don't want to hurt you-”
Derek sprang, lightning fast. He had his arm around the man's throat before the guy even got his fists up. As he yanked the man down in a headlock, I stumbled out of the way, my hand flying from my pocket, knife sailing to the ground. The man stared at it. I scooped it up and put it back in my pocket.
”We don't want to hurt you either,” Derek said. ”But you can see”-he tightened his grip until the man's eyes bugged-”that I could. I know you're trying to help us, but you don't understand the situation.”
Derek looked at me. ”Run back to the van. Grab rope and some rags.”
I took off.
Thirty-two.
T WENTY MINUTES LATER WENTY MINUTES LATER, WE WE were a mile from the truck stop, trudging through a field. Ahead was a road that ran alongside the highway. were a mile from the truck stop, trudging through a field. Ahead was a road that ran alongside the highway.
”You don't think we did the right thing,” Derek said.
I shrugged.
”I didn't tie him too tight. He'll get out in an hour, probably less, and I left his cell phone right there, in case there's any problem.”
I nodded. We walked another fifty feet.
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