This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.
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Chapter 18
Steve realized the distance was too great for a frontal assault, but he could only make the run if they weren't watching. If they saw him, they would have a head start and there would be no way to catch them. So he chose to exit out the back door, swing around to the side of the house, then try to follow the wooded area and find whoever was spying on them. His plan started out okay when he got out of the back door and around to the side of the house. However, he still had a 100 yard run to get from the house to the woods. He just hoped he was far away enough so that the trespassers wouldn't see him.
Now he had a decision to make. Should he run as fast as he could to cut down the time he was exposed in the open or should he walk slowly and hoped he didn't attract attention? He chose the former and just hoped that whomever it was in the trees happened to be looking in the other direction. In high school, his best time running the hundred-yard dash was around 12 seconds. He was a lot older now and out of training, but he hoped he could at least do 20 seconds.
He took off running as if April's life depended on it and in a way, it did. In her life, reputation was everything. If whoever it was got through with their pictures, she could be ruined. He made it to the front of the trees and slowed down slightly as he weaved through to get to the backside of the grove. At the backside of the stand of trees he tried to walk towards the intruder as stealthily as he could, but cowboy boots are not designed for stealth.
Every crunch of the grass or snap of the twig made him cringe as he worked his way toward the intruder. As he rounded a group of trees he saw a car parked behind the trees about 50 yards from where he was. It looked like your standard Taurus Rent-A-Car and as he crept closer, he thought he saw a green Enterprise rent-a-car sticker on the back window. He stopped looking intensely at the car but he didn't see anybody in or around the car.
Steve started towards the car, again trying to be as quiet as he could, but just as he stepped out into the open, someone came out of the woods. It was a man wearing a black Stetson, carrying a tripod with a camera and long lens at the top. The minute he came out of the woods, he spotted Steve and made a dash for the car. Steve began to run hard and fast trying to catch the man before he left. He was only about halfway there when he heard the engine fire up. By the time, Steve reached for the car was it was accelerating away from him.
When he saw this, Steve altered his trajectory and went back through the woods towards the house. It was now definitely confirmed somebody had been taking photos of April and him making love. He still didn't know who they were or what their intention was, but he somehow felt like this was his fault and he had to stop him.
He was now at the front of April's house and his Cobra was only a few yards ahead. He dove into the front seat, fired up the engine and took off after the dust cloud that was going down the road. Unfortunately, the Cobra has too much power for the backend and that makes it very difficult to handle in inclement weather or on dirt.
Steve geared up, trying to keep the RPMs below 2000 with the hopes that he might get a little more traction. Despite the cars slipping and sliding he was still gaining on the car in front of him, then another problem appeared or should he say disappeared. The closer he got to the car the less he could see, because of the dirt being kicked up by the car in front of him.
In the few seconds available to him, he pondered what to do. Should he race on through the dust knowing that he would either hit the car in front of him or go off into a ditch? On the other hand, did he back off and follow him until other opportunities presented themselves. His Cobra was his pride and joy and the thought of doing major damage to the car bothered him ... a lot. However, cars could be fixed. April's reputation couldn't be fixed and right now, she needed him.
His foot pushed harder on the gas and he tried to keep it at least going in the same direction. Steve squinted through the dust trying to see if he had any indication where the car would be then suddenly he felt a crunch. The left front corner of his car hit the right rear corner of the Taurus. He had unknowingly used the pit maneuver to send the car spinning off into the field on the left-hand side of the road.
As he saw the car spinning to the left, he slammed on his brakes causing the Cobra to skid into the right-hand ditch. Unfortunately, the Cobra skidded backend first into the ditch; the worst position for a car like the Cobra. He looked for the Taurus and only saw a cloud of dust as it spun in the other field. He shifted into first and tried to slowly ease the cobra out of the ditch, but his wheels just spun in the loose dirt. He tried shifting into second so the tires wouldn't spin as much, with the same results.
He looked up to see what the Taurus was doing and as the dust was beginning to clear he saw the man in the car pull rifle from his back seat. Steve was a sitting duck and he had nothing to defend himself with. He ducked and lay over the console just as the bullet came through his windshield hitting the head rest in the driver seat. As the second shot came through the windshield, he noticed the Sheriff's business card on the floor in front of his face.
He had left his blackberry in the car and fortunately, cell service was available. Therefore, he called the Sheriff just as a third shot came through his windshield and hit the headrest of the passenger seat. His blackberry beeped as he went to the Sheriff's voicemail. Steve was hurriedly trying to tell him that April was in danger. A man was either trying to blackmail her or ruin her reputation. As he was trying to explain all this to the Sheriff, a fourth shot came through the windshield then a fifth punctured the left front tire.
Steve heard the Taurus start back up and he glanced through the windshield. He watched the Taurus head back down the road towards April's house and he felt a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach.