WindSwept Narrows: #11 Mariah Peyton

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  • Long
  • dark
  • brown
  • hair
  • tumbled
  • from
  • the
  • solid
  • black
  • helmet,
  • leather
  • gloved
  • hands
  • hooking
  • it
  • on
  • the
  • back
  • bar
  • on
  • the
  • large
  • motorcycle.
  • Something
  • was
  • definitely
  • off.
  • Mariah
  • Peyton
  • moved
  • toward
  • the
  • gas
  • pump,
  • one
  • finger
  • raised
  • to
  • her
  • lips
  • as
  • she
  • met
  • the
  • wide
  • blue
  • eyes
  • watching
  • her
  • from
  • the
  • back
  • seat
  • of
  • the
  • car
  • on
  • the
  • other
  • side
  • of
  • the
  • filling
  • island.She
  • sighed
  • thickly.
  • Her
  • hand
  • went
  • to
  • the
  • heavy
  • zipper
  • down
  • the
  • front
  • of
  • the
  • black
  • jacket,
  • lowering
  • it
  • slowly
  • and
  • reaching
  • inside
  • as
  • she
  • approached
  • the
  • driver
  • of
  • the
  • car.
  • She
  • tapped
  • lightly
  • on
  • the
  • window,
  • a
  • brightly
  • deceptive
  • smile
  • on
  • her
  • face.
  • Wide
  • brown
  • eyes
  • surrounded
  • by
  • a
  • cloud
  • of
  • dark
  • brown
  • and
  • they
  • fell
  • all
  • over
  • themselves.
  • Men
  • were
  • such
  • gullible
  • creatures.
  • She
  • leaned
  • over
  • a
  • little,
  • a
  • view
  • of
  • the
  • low
  • front
  • of
  • her
  • top
  • momentarily
  • distracting
  • him
  • as
  • he
  • wound
  • the
  • window
  • down.He
  • froze
  • in
  • place
  • when
  • the
  • familiar
  • sound
  • clicked
  • in
  • his
  • ear.“You
  • know
  • what
  • that
  • sound
  • is?”
  • She
  • asked
  • quietly,
  • accepting
  • his
  • slow,
  • resigned
  • nod.
  • “Hands
  • on
  • the
  • wheel…does
  • he
  • have
  • a
  • gun,
  • elf?”
  • She
  • saw
  • the
  • redhead
  • nod
  • rapidly.
  • “Lift
  • it
  • out…very
  • slowly…it’s
  • cold
  • and
  • I
  • don’t
  • want
  • to
  • slip
  • on
  • this
  • trigger…cheap
  • gun…empty
  • it
  • onto
  • the
  • seat…is
  • there
  • another
  • one?”“He
  • went
  • inside
  • to
  • pay,”
  • Eloise
  • said
  • softly.“Unlock
  • her
  • door,”
  • Mariah
  • ordered,
  • the
  • click
  • barely
  • heard
  • in
  • the
  • bustle
  • around
  • the
  • gas
  • pumps.
  • “Wrap
  • up
  • in
  • the
  • blanket,
  • elf,
  • we
  • need
  • to
  • hide
  • that
  • red.
  • Stand
  • over
  • by
  • my
  • bike,”
  • she
  • said
  • with
  • a
  • nod
  • at
  • the
  • blanket
  • the
  • woman
  • lifted
  • from
  • inside
  • when
  • she
  • climbed
  • from
  • the
  • back
  • seat.
  • “You…turn
  • the
  • car
  • off…hand
  • me
  • the
  • keys,
  • nice
  • and
  • slow…”
  • leather
  • clad
  • fingers
  • wrapped
  • around
  • the
  • jangling
  • keys.
  • “Good
  • boy…now…pop
  • the
  • trunk.”Mariah
  • stepped
  • back
  • from
  • the
  • door,
  • opening
  • it
  • and
  • watching
  • the
  • main
  • entrance
  • to
  • the
  • quickie
  • mart.“No…don’t
  • even
  • open
  • your
  • mouth…I’m
  • not
  • interested,”
  • she
  • said
  • simply,
  • nudging
  • him
  • carefully
  • with
  • the
  • gun
  • in
  • her
  • palm.
  • “I
  • have
  • a
  • license
  • for
  • this…I
  • bet
  • you
  • don’t
  • have
  • one
  • for
  • yours……now…get
  • into
  • the
  • trunk…please…no
  • noise…”She
  • closed
  • the
  • trunk
  • and
  • let
  • it
  • latch,
  • dropping
  • to
  • her
  • heels
  • and
  • using
  • her
  • finger
  • nail
  • to
  • release
  • the
  • air
  • from
  • the
  • tire
  • near
  • her.
  • She
  • stood
  • up
  • and
  • moved
  • to
  • Eloise.“Are
  • you
  • okay?
  • Can
  • you
  • see
  • inside
  • the
  • window?
  • Which
  • one
  • is
  • his
  • partner?”
  • Mariah
  • followed
  • her
  • gaze.“I’m
  • much
  • better
  • now,
  • thank
  • you.
  • He’s
  • wearing
  • the
  • grey
  • sweatshirt
  • thing…they
  • thought
  • they
  • would
  • get
  • money
  • if…if
  • they
  • took
  • me,”
  • she
  • only
  • had
  • one
  • of
  • the
  • red
  • gloves,
  • both
  • hands
  • holding
  • the
  • heavy
  • blanket
  • tightly
  • closed.“There’s
  • another
  • helmet
  • inside
  • the
  • case
  • on
  • the
  • back
  • of
  • my
  • bike…get
  • it
  • out
  • and
  • put
  • it
  • on…hide
  • that
  • hair,”
  • Mariah
  • suggested,
  • leaning
  • casually
  • against
  • the
  • gas
  • pump,
  • her
  • gaze
  • never
  • leaving
  • the
  • partner.
  • “Do
  • you
  • know
  • if
  • he
  • has
  • a
  • gun?”
  • She
  • sighed
  • when
  • the
  • redhead
  • nodded.Mariah
  • stepped
  • up
  • when
  • the
  • other
  • man
  • approached
  • the
  • car,
  • her
  • smile
  • bright
  • and
  • voice
  • light.
  • “He
  • said
  • he
  • had
  • to
  • go
  • to
  • the
  • restroom…”
  • she
  • took
  • a
  • step
  • toward
  • him,
  • letting
  • him
  • see
  • the
  • gun.
  • “Now…no
  • moves…”
  • her
  • hand
  • patted
  • his
  • sides
  • and
  • back,
  • the
  • gun
  • pulled
  • free
  • and
  • dropped
  • into
  • the
  • car
  • after
  • flicking
  • the
  • safety
  • in
  • place.
  • “Let’s
  • join
  • your
  • friend…”“This
  • isn’t
  • your…”
  • He
  • swore
  • when
  • she
  • brought
  • her
  • free
  • hand
  • up
  • and
  • grabbed
  • his
  • ear.“No
  • noise.
  • I’ve
  • had
  • a
  • long,
  • long
  • day…and
  • I’m
  • tired
  • and
  • I’m
  • cranky.”
  • She
  • opened
  • the
  • trunk
  • of
  • the
  • car,
  • gesturing
  • once
  • and
  • offering
  • one
  • arched
  • eyebrow
  • when
  • he
  • hesitated
  • for
  • only
  • a
  • moment.
  • She
  • slammed
  • it
  • down,
  • replacing
  • her
  • gun
  • in
  • the
  • holster
  • and
  • latching
  • it
  • in
  • place.
  • She
  • moved
  • efficiently,
  • emptying
  • the
  • two
  • guns
  • onto
  • the
  • seat,
  • raising
  • the
  • window
  • and
  • locking
  • the
  • car
  • doors.Mariah
  • moved
  • to
  • her
  • bike,
  • straddling
  • it
  • and
  • helping
  • the
  • redhead
  • get
  • on
  • behind
  • her.
  • She
  • had
  • her
  • phone
  • out,
  • tapping
  • in
  • 9-1-1
  • and
  • handing
  • it
  • to
  • the
  • woman
  • behind
  • her
  • who
  • removed
  • the
  • helmet
  • and
  • accepted
  • the
  • phone.“I’ll
  • take
  • you
  • back…tell
  • them
  • we
  • left
  • the
  • keys
  • to
  • the
  • car
  • on
  • the
  • gas
  • pump
  • and
  • we’ll
  • be…where
  • ever
  • you
  • need
  • to
  • be
  • returned
  • to,”
  • Mariah
  • said tiredly.
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