Lawyer Trap

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DAY NINE–SEPTEMBER 13

TUESDAY MORNING


Gretchen ran from the Granada, and from the body on the floor of the back seat, as fast as she could, down the long gravel driveway toward the country road. She sprinted straight toward the sun, which just now broke over the horizon.

Draven chased.

He wore no shoes.

Almost every step landed on a rock or pebble that shot a pain up his leg and straight into his brain.

“Gretchen! Come back here!”

She turned as she ran and looked over her shoulder, to see if he was closing the gap.

He wasn’t.

“Gretchen! Let me explain!”

She kept running.

Draven slowed down, knowing he’d never catch her without shoes, and then stopped. The wind immediately went out of his lungs. He doubled over and put his hands on his knees to steady himself, breathing deeply.

“Don’t do this,” he shouted.

She kept running.

He walked back to the farmhouse, pulled socks onto his bloody feet, threw on tennis shoes, and grabbed the keys to the Granada. By now Gretchen would be at the main road trying to flag down a car.

He needed to get the hell out of there.

Or get to her before anyone else did.

Suddenly the door opened and she walked in.

“It isn’t what you think,” he said.

They went outside and sat on the front steps. Draven squinted to keep the sun out of his eyes.

“Part of my P.I. work sometimes involves capture,” Draven said. “It’s no different that what the police do or what a bounty hunter does. The only difference is it’s private in nature. The woman in the car is married to a very wealthy man in Los Angeles. She walked out and took a lot of money and diamonds with her. More than her share. The man wants his share back. Then she’s free to go. That’s all there is to it.”

“Why doesn’t he just report it to the police?”

Good question.

“Let’s just say he has to keep it under the radar screen.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning there are illegalities involved.” He reached down, picked up a rock and threw it at a crumpled pop can, missing by a mile. “I get paid well. In fact, I was waiting to surprise you with this later, but I have a nice house in Malibu.”

She studied his face.

Trying to determine if he was bullshitting her.

“Malibu, California?”

He nodded.

“I want you to come out there with me.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not kidding,” he said. “All I have to do, first, is drop this woman off with a guy who does the transportation. He’s the one who’s going to take her back to L.A. I don’t like that part of the business and never have. He’s supposed to be here today or tomorrow. Once I hand her over we’re free to leave.”

“I’ve never seen the ocean.”

He pictured it.

“It’s so beautiful you’re not even going to believe it,” he said, which was true. “We’re going to get you a whole new wardrobe, some nice jewelry, a car, the whole bit. You’ll never have to work another day in your life.”

Water formed in her eyes.

“Why would you do that?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know. There’s just something about you.”

“You too.” She kissed him and then said, “I wasn’t going to turn you in or anything. I was just scared.”

“I know. We’re going to take long walks on the beach.”