Chapter 66

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Meyra fought screaming. He'd opened the rear door of the van, snapped a baby seat into the only rear passenger seat that was still left in the van, and blown a kiss at Meyra. "Figure she'll be a nice start on our happy little family, wifey."

"This…this is Katie. Why is she here? Where is her dad?" She recognized that baby carrier. Meyra had helped Dylan fold Katie's blankets out of the coin-operated laundry herself after Katie's dad had been nearly killed in that hit-and-run. She recognized that blanket.

"Is she hurt?" There was blood on the baby. Lots of it. "Please, untie my hands. I'm not going to do anything stupid. Not with the van moving."

And he was driving.

But…Meyra needed to make sure Katie wasn't hurt.

"Daddy's gone to be with Mommy. Up with the angels, kid. That's why Baby Katie is going to be our special little girl now. Don't think the blood is hers. Think her dad was holding her when good old Judge Fisher killed him." He reached one hand back. Toward Meyra. "Get up here a minute, you sexy thing."

Just like that, he slipped the ropes off of her one-handed while he drove. "Take care of her, new mommy. New daddy is running from the cops, you know."

"Stop it. Stupid jokes just confuse me." She wasn't going to be afraid of him. She just wasn't. Meyra leaned over Katie, and ran her fingers over the baby gently. "She's not bleeding. Why do you have her?"

"Couldn't just leave her there, now could I?" He laughed. And laughed. "Well, well, well. This is going to be fun. Sit down. Buckle up, sweet wife."

Meyra looked through the front windshield. At a big navy truck just sitting there, idling alongside the road. "What are you going to do?"

"Have a little talk with the judge, of course. Get a bit of a pardon, if you will. Sit down." He wasn't joking now.

The navy truck took off.

Meyra sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt.

As he started following the truck. Far too closely. Far too fast.