Notes:
First, my apologies for the delay in updating, but I felt that it would be good to pay attention to my day job…
Next…For some reason I can not get my scene break markers to display, if any of you have suggestions please email me via the link in my profile.
Finally, though I wish I could say differently, WHR and all their characters are not mine. Sarah and Robert, however, are. Thanks for reading, enjoy!
Chapter 4: Plans
Amon turned away from the pay phone, and curled his fingers a little more tightly around the plastic shopping bag he carried. As he walked back to his car, he considered again what Sarah had talked him into doing. He hated when she was right, almost as much as he hated himself for releasing Robin to some one else's care two years ago. Once more, he reminded himself that it had been necessary to keep them all safe.
One of the places that he and Robin had tried to settle down had been in a small Irish town, but newcomers were easily identified and Solomon had located them quickly. The young couple that had been helping them found it necessary to flee as well when Sarah used a form of telekinetics to keep the hunters away from her home. Six airports and four countries later, the four of them had found themselves in the United States with a dwindling supply of cash.
Amon slammed the car into gear and turned the radio up. Rob had suggested that they part ways, and trade partners temporarily to help confuse their trail. Sarah and Robin quickly agreed, leaving him no choice but to go along with it. Initially they had all remained in New York City, Amon and Rob making contact with the people that would be able to make the documents to hold up their new identities. After six months, the two pairs had put distance between themselves.
Amon and Sarah lived in upstate New York, leading the relatively quite life that she and Rob had originally planned on. Their neighbors knew them as Robert and Sarah, happily married, though the only time they shared a bed was when drunken party guests needed to be fooled. Of its own volition, Amon's hand strayed to the letter he kept in his pocket. It was dutifully addressed to his alias, and signed by another woman calling herself Sarah. The fluid and graceful handwriting was Robin's, and this letter was the latest of many to bring them news of each other.
Robin had gone to New Jersey with Robert, hoping to lose themselves among the poorer districts in the northern part of that state. That the last hunter to have appeared in the US looking for them had been almost a year ago was sign enough to them all that they had succeeded. Amon did not know the particulars of their cover, and felt better that no one could slip and endanger them. The letter in his pocket had been as close to begging as he had ever heard Robin come. She wanted to go home, and she was not referring to Italy.
Sarah was waiting on the porch when he pulled up to the house they were renting. He was startled again by the few, but strong, similarities between her and Robin. The shape of their jaws, and the green eyes were nearly identical; they were both quite slender but there the similarities ended. The memory of Robin dying her hair to match Sarah's unremarkable shade still brought mixed emotions to the surface every time Amon thought about it.
Closing the car door, he forced a well rehearsed smile to his lips and Sarah, recognizing her cue, dashed down the steps to embrace her friend. The woman tending her garden in the next yard smiled and thought of when her own marriage had been young.
Two days later and three hundred miles away, Robin leaned over the railings and stared at the murky water of the Hudson River. For the first time in recent memory, she was deeply troubled. Rob would know to find her here when he got off work later, somehow she always found her way down the hill to this place when she needed to think. Crumpled in her pocket were a typically short missive from Amon, and a surprisingly long letter from Sarah for her instead of Rob.
Meet us on the 9th at Nagira's…was all Amon had had to say this month. It seemed to her that the plan the four of them had devised early last year had finally been put into motion. She sighed heavily and raised her eyes to stare through the midtown skyline across the river. "But is it really safe?" she whispered to herself.
