A Little Bit of Texas: Speed
Epilogue
The only part of the story that Speed isn't present for.
Harrison Glithe had been driving for days, keeping to the back roads, paying cash for everything. He had finally realized where he should go. One of his clients had invited him out to his ranch. Glithe could still remember how to get there, and it would be abandoned now, the man and his family were in Europe. He was even headed in the right direction, although for him right now the right direction was simply 'away from Miami.'
He arrived at the ranch two days later. He had ditched his Mercedes and gotten a used Honda that coughed if asked to go above seventy miles per hour, so that had slowed him down. Still, as he pulled into the drive, he felt good. He was on the run, everything important to him was gone, but he was safe here, he could regroup and come back stronger. With his knowledge of the law, it wouldn't take long for him to get back on top. He risked a trip to the local grocery store, raided his clients wine rack, and cooked himself an elegant dinner. He explored the house for a while, and then climbed into the master bed. It was the first time since the raid he was going to be able to sleep.
Voices, that's what woke him up. Well, voice singular, really. Someone was singing in the house. As Glithe swam towards consciousness he realized the singing wasn't coming form inside the house, it was coming from inside the bedroom. His eyes shot open, and he sat bolt upright in the bed. There were three men surrounding him, dressed from head to toe in black, each armed with some sort of machine gun, which was aimed at his head. He could see the red beams emanating from the sights, angled to aim at his face. There was a fourth man in the room, sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed. He had longish hair, which threatened to hang in his eyes. He was wearing a collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair a blue jeans, and boots. The boots were propped up on the bed, resting ankles crossed.
"You awake? Good. Howdy, Glithe. We've been waiting for ya." The man's voice was jovial, and he smiled good naturedly at Glithe. "I'm Lindsey. You don't know me, but I think you know my partner, Dayna Campbell. She said you'd be heading out this way."
"How? How could she ..."
"How could she figure out where you were going to go?" Lindsey gave a little shake of his head and shrugged. He swung his legs down and stood up. He said, "She amazing that way. Give her a little while to climb into someone's head, and there's no end to what she can figure out. You know, one time in Miami she figured out that a perp was staying with his sister-in-law's brother's house. She's the best. Speaking of Dayna, I understand you arranged for her to be shot." Lindsey's smile stayed put, but had taken on a very sinister air. "Get out of that bed, put your hands on top of your head, get down on your knees. You're under arrest, and you will be transported back to Miami to stand trial. Believe me when I say, you will make my day if you attempt to resist or to flee."
Glithe obeyed to the letter. He was cuffed and brought out to the squad car outside.
Lindsey pulled out his phone, and hit a speed dial.
"Dayna? We've got him."