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When Jerry exited the reception the first thing he saw was Jorge running for his life. His nimble and fast legs were carrying him at speed as his snakeskin boots crackled on the gravel. Behind him was a burly man wearing nothing but socks and boxer shorts. He was trying his best to keep up with Jorge and was maniacally swinging a bike chain.
“What the actual fuck?” Jerry was flummoxed.
The manager was close behind him and looked panic stricken at the scene unfolding in front of him.
“Hey!” the manager shouted. “The police are here!”
And the two men stopped dead in their tracks.
“Yeah police!” Jerry shouted while looking Jorge dead in the eye.
The man with the bike chain looked mildly embarrassed but he stepped forward and eventually dropped his weapon.
“This fucker was looking in through the window as I was having sex with my girlfriend!”
Jerry looked to his partner with a look of total exhaustion.
“Well I’ll take it from here,” and he walked over to Jorge and held his arms from behind. “You’re comin’ with me pal,” he said in his best cop voice while bundling him into his own Buick and driving away.
“What the fuck man?” Jorge was livid. “You’re police now?”
“Yeah sure I’m police. What the fuck were YOU doin?”
“I was lookin’ around like you said!”
“Whatever. Did you see anything?”
“Nah. He’s definitely long gone from here. But I did find this?” he pulled something metallic out of his jacket pocket.
“What are those? Dog tags?” Jerry tried to focus on them while driving.
“Yup,” and Jorge dangled them even closer to Jerry’s face. “And it has his name right on them?”
“You’re kiddin’ me!”
“Look!”
Jerry screeched to a halt in the middle of the empty road. And Jorge was right. Carl Reiner’s name was etched expertly into the dog tags.
“Where the fuck you find these?”
“Outside that maniac’s room, in the gravel. He must have dropped it as he ran away,”
“He couldn’t have got very far without his car though could he?”
And he looked ahead into Richardson.
CHAPTER 18
The Texan sun was beaming like heaven through the tall windows of the penthouse suite. Anna had slept soundly but as she woke up she was confused as to where she was. It took her a moment to recognize the room. Carl was at the window looking out to the city with a cup of coffee in one hand. He had a serious expression on his face as he stood in deep thought and Anna thought it was best to not disturb him. Eventually though he sensed she was awake and turned to her.
“I thought you were still asleep,” he yawned and sipped at his coffee.
“Hmmmmm….” She stretched out on the bed and hoped he’d come back and join her.
“How do you look so beautiful first thing in the morning?” he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
Running a finger down the side of her face he felt her perfect, porcelain complexion.
“Won’t you come back to join me?” she grinned cheekily.
“How could I not,” he smiled and jumped under the covers.
For a long while they kissed and held each other. They savoured the moment and pressed themselves to each other’s bodies. Anna loved the feeling of his strong and sturdy hands on her body and she let them roam freely. As he nuzzled into her neck his cupped her breasts gently and pinched softly at a nipple. She immediately gasped and opened her legs. He rolled on top and grew hard as he felt her wetness soak through her panties and onto him.
“You’re ready so soon,” he whispered into her ear.
“I can’t help it. You’re so perfect,” and she rose her hips up to meet his.
They kissed softly as they moved their bodies together. It wasn’t long until they climaxed in unison and wrenched themselves apart as they gasped for breath. Anna looked out to the clear sky and wondered what it covered. Grabbing the bed sheets she wound them around herself and walked to the tall windows.
She looked down to Austin at all the people on their way to work. She envied their routine and their normalcy.
“Do you think I’ll ever have a job?” she was still looking down.
“A job? Right now we have to focus on getting away. Money and work can come later,”
“But seriously. Do you ever think I can be normal?”
“No,” he sounded harsh but he didn’t mean to. “I think you’re too good for that,” and he joined her by the window.
He wrapped his arms around her and they both looked out to the world.
“If it wasn’t for everything…. This would be a perfect day,” he thought out loud.
“It is a perfect day,” and she turned round to kiss him. “So what now?”
“We need to get a bus,”
“But how do I get over the border? I don’t have a passport,”
“It’s ok. I have an idea,” and he held her tighter. “I’ll make sure you’re safe.”