A rusty pickup truck
bumped along a dirt road. The driver glanced down at the young woman
who was sleeping in the seat next to him, then into the back of the
truck's cabin, where his brother lay sprawled out over the seat,
snoring loudly. They had only been on the road an hour, but the
flurry of activity over the last week had left him and his companions
exhausted.
Buck thought back to
the long days in the interrogation room with the FBI agents. The
barrage of questions they were asked. The blinding flashes of lights
from the multitude of reporters who spent their afternoons waiting
for anyone to give them a tidbit of information on the case. Buck
chuckled; their determination never ceased to amaze him. Despite
being told numerous times that there was a gag order over the case,
they continued to pry for new developments. After the sixth day of
the media circus, Sarah had been able to convince the federal agents
to allow them to head back to Franklin to escape the media flurry, at
least for a little while.
No sooner had they
arrived in their home town, had they receive word that Patty and Ben
had decided to tie the knot. It seemed that the pair had grown
closer than ever since Jack’s murder. With the help of the venue
and caterer, they decided to move the date down by a couple of days
and to make the gathering a little more intimate.
Buck was happy for
the duo, but he had been looking forward to a little downtime. It
looked like he and his friends would have to wait a few more days
before they could relax.
A sensation of deja
vu swept over him as the truck came to a stop in front of an old
faded stop sign. The turn signals clicked in rhythm with his heart,
and bid him to make his way onto the smooth paved road ahead.
“Fifteen more
miles Buck,” he said in a whisper to himself. “Fifteen more
miles.”
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