"New York." Abby said, with emotion, gazing out the car window at the rain, that was now turning
to snow.
"New York." Carter repeated, frankly having no idea, what to say as he turned the sport-utility
onto the interstate. "It would be within the next 2 months, I finish up my residency in thirty-days.
The position is great Co-Chairmain of Emergency Medicine at Manhattan General. My salary would
be well over two-hundred thousand a year."
"What about us?"
"That's why I wanted to talk to you."
"Talk about what. What choice do we have."
"Abby, I couldn't stay if I wanted to, County hasn't offered me a position."
"Why is life so damn complicated."
"Abby, this doesn't have to be the end of our relationship. Why don't you come with me."
Abby gave him a confused look, "To New York. Carter, I don't have a job offer there, I can't just
flash a medical degree in their face and tell them, hell, offer me eighty a year or I'm out of here."
"I'm sure there is positions available Abby." He said, glancing at the black SUV with high beams
on, from his rear-view mirror.
"Carter, I can't uproot my life without some guarantees."
"Oh, Abby, you don't have a stable life, you never have, what the hell would it hurt for you to move
to New York?" The sport-utility got closer.
"Go to hell, Carter." She yelled, "Let me out of the fucking car."
"In the middle of downtown Chicago, are you crazy."
"No! Your the crazy one, now let me out of the damn car."
"Abby, lets talk about this."
"John," she said, determined not to cry. "Let me out of the goddamn car, or I'll jump. I've done it
once and I'll do it again."
"Where are you going to go?"
"I don't know, maybe Luka's."
"Don't do this to me, Abby." The car behind them slammed against them hard.
Abby turned around, through the window of the car she could see clearly-it was Brian.
"This is turning into one helluva night." Abby announced, as John sped up, the car staying close
on their tail.
Carter slowed down as the traffic-light turned red.
Shit!
"Carter, we have to get out of here." She said, as he came to a stop as cars went through the
intersection.
The car, a Chevy Suburban, suddenly pulled into the lane beside them, Brian gazing at Abby with a
cold, steely stare.
Carter gunned it as the Mercedes lurched and he rounded the turn through the intersection cutting
off a man in a red Honda, causing him to go up on the sidewalk.
"Oh, my God!" Abby cried.
The Suburban slid into the curve as snow came down harder.
Carter turned onto another street.
"I'm not familiar with this area of Chicago."
"Neither am I, just drive."
Carter glanced at the navigational system on the center console.
He pushed a map button for east Chicago. "See if you can find a nearby police station." He instructed
Abby.
The Suburban sped up, gaining on them once again.
He turned the car onto Main, then turned onto another street, trying to head out of downtown,
to more familiar roads, but he couldn't find the parkway exit.
Speeding up again, he kept trying to lose the Suburban. He knew the Mercedes had more power, but
snow was making visibility less and less as they drove on.
"Carter, we have to get out of this."
"We will." He ran a red light, rounding a curve sharply, throwing Abby into the door.
"There is a police station on eleventh and main." Abby said, reading the map on the screen.
"Any idea how to get there."
"None. Hey there's a supermarket up ahead. There will be people there, he wouldn't try to kill us in public."
"It's worth a shot." He knew they were in a bad area of town, but still, they needed safety. He sped into the
parking lot of the store, he had never entered before, called Target. He parekd between a large truck and a
mini-van hoping to be inconspicous, as Abby opened her door, running into the store with John on her heels.
to snow.
"New York." Carter repeated, frankly having no idea, what to say as he turned the sport-utility
onto the interstate. "It would be within the next 2 months, I finish up my residency in thirty-days.
The position is great Co-Chairmain of Emergency Medicine at Manhattan General. My salary would
be well over two-hundred thousand a year."
"What about us?"
"That's why I wanted to talk to you."
"Talk about what. What choice do we have."
"Abby, I couldn't stay if I wanted to, County hasn't offered me a position."
"Why is life so damn complicated."
"Abby, this doesn't have to be the end of our relationship. Why don't you come with me."
Abby gave him a confused look, "To New York. Carter, I don't have a job offer there, I can't just
flash a medical degree in their face and tell them, hell, offer me eighty a year or I'm out of here."
"I'm sure there is positions available Abby." He said, glancing at the black SUV with high beams
on, from his rear-view mirror.
"Carter, I can't uproot my life without some guarantees."
"Oh, Abby, you don't have a stable life, you never have, what the hell would it hurt for you to move
to New York?" The sport-utility got closer.
"Go to hell, Carter." She yelled, "Let me out of the fucking car."
"In the middle of downtown Chicago, are you crazy."
"No! Your the crazy one, now let me out of the damn car."
"Abby, lets talk about this."
"John," she said, determined not to cry. "Let me out of the goddamn car, or I'll jump. I've done it
once and I'll do it again."
"Where are you going to go?"
"I don't know, maybe Luka's."
"Don't do this to me, Abby." The car behind them slammed against them hard.
Abby turned around, through the window of the car she could see clearly-it was Brian.
"This is turning into one helluva night." Abby announced, as John sped up, the car staying close
on their tail.
Carter slowed down as the traffic-light turned red.
Shit!
"Carter, we have to get out of here." She said, as he came to a stop as cars went through the
intersection.
The car, a Chevy Suburban, suddenly pulled into the lane beside them, Brian gazing at Abby with a
cold, steely stare.
Carter gunned it as the Mercedes lurched and he rounded the turn through the intersection cutting
off a man in a red Honda, causing him to go up on the sidewalk.
"Oh, my God!" Abby cried.
The Suburban slid into the curve as snow came down harder.
Carter turned onto another street.
"I'm not familiar with this area of Chicago."
"Neither am I, just drive."
Carter glanced at the navigational system on the center console.
He pushed a map button for east Chicago. "See if you can find a nearby police station." He instructed
Abby.
The Suburban sped up, gaining on them once again.
He turned the car onto Main, then turned onto another street, trying to head out of downtown,
to more familiar roads, but he couldn't find the parkway exit.
Speeding up again, he kept trying to lose the Suburban. He knew the Mercedes had more power, but
snow was making visibility less and less as they drove on.
"Carter, we have to get out of this."
"We will." He ran a red light, rounding a curve sharply, throwing Abby into the door.
"There is a police station on eleventh and main." Abby said, reading the map on the screen.
"Any idea how to get there."
"None. Hey there's a supermarket up ahead. There will be people there, he wouldn't try to kill us in public."
"It's worth a shot." He knew they were in a bad area of town, but still, they needed safety. He sped into the
parking lot of the store, he had never entered before, called Target. He parekd between a large truck and a
mini-van hoping to be inconspicous, as Abby opened her door, running into the store with John on her heels.