Author's Note: Ok, here is the next chapter and I will say I am getting close to the end.
Chapter 6: The Clues Come Together
The sun shone with a glare of off David's 1968 Chevy Camaro. The car was a metallic red with a black strip down the middle. Currently Jack was driving, David was riding shotgun with his shotgun in his lap, and Todd and Kathy sat together in the backseat.
"How much longer David?" Jack asked.
"About a mile, but, I'm not sure if it's still there," David responded.
Since the run in with Kathy, David had told everyone what the word Skull meant.
"It stands for Skull Flats, a desert flat land that used to be a drag strip."
They also had figured that the man behind the bombing was the one Michael was meeting there. More than likely to give him the truck.
As the car traveled down the highway, the four were unaware of a black Chevy Suburban that was following them. That is until Jack happened to look in the side mirror.
"Hold on guys. I think we have a problem," he said to the group.
"What is it?" Todd asked.
"I don't know, but I don't think we want to find out," Jack said as he hit the accelerator.
The car sped up to 60mph from 40mph. The truck, however, was closing in rapidly.
"You better do something Jack," Kathy said.
Jack tried moving from one side of the road to the other. Unfortunately, it did not work. The truck closed to the car's rear bump and hit it.
Jack tried to hang on to the car, but he couldn't.
The car swung off the road and flipped over several times.
The last thing Jack saw before blacking out was the truck pulling off the road and pulling up to the car.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jack came to. He was lying in the grass on the side of the road. The car lay on its roof a few feet away from him.
"What happen?" he said in a daze. As he stood up, he noticed one big thing.
Todd, David, and Kathy were gone and there was no sign of them.
Jack was confused. He walked over to the wrecked car to see if there was any clue to their whereabouts.
As he bent down to look inside the car, he noticed a small newspaper clipping on the ground.
His name was written on the back of it. He reached over and picked it up. As he unfolded it, he noticed to things: the date and the headline.
August 2, 1994
Family Killed When Drag Car Crashes Into Stands
Jack lowed the newspaper clipping. His face filled with anger. Why had he not noticed it before, the answer was right in front of him.
He then remembered the phone he still had in his pocket. He pulled it out and dialed a number.
"Charlie, It's Jack. Yeah, I know who it is and where the bomb is. Meet me at the address I left you I have an idea," Jack said as he finished the conversion. A smile came over his face.
To Be Continued…
Author's Note: I apologize if the chapter seems short. I'm just setting it up for the end. Hope you guys are ready.
