A/N: I made up the prison in this chap
Chapter 41
"I know!" Lucy exclaimed. She looked up from the wedding book on the table, one of many that covered the top. Lucy, Sue, Tara and Bobby each had taken a seat when Lucy had demanded Bobby and Tara include her and Sue in the wedding planning. "You could have a destination wedding! Like in Hawaii!"
Bobby's arm was draped across the back of Tara's chair and she felt him chuckle. "We already know where we're having our wedding."
"You do?" Sue frowned. "You've only been engaged for a week."
"Eight days," Bobby corrected. "But who's counting?" He smirked and Tara giggled.
"I don't think I've ever seen either of you two so happy," Sue smiled as she rested her chin on her palm, elbow braced on the table.
"Yeah, yeah, that's nice," Lucy waved her hands vigorously, "where's your wedding?"
Tara answered, "We found this article in a magazine about a little 2 hectare island in Florida that people can rent for their weddings. We've decided that that's where we want to tie the knot."
"That's so romantic," Lucy awed, "What's it called?"
"Little Palm Island." Tara dreamed, "It's going to be beautiful."
"Mm-hmm," Bobby agreed. "Very."
"How does the defendant plead?"
"Guilty, your honour."
"Then I sentence Mr. Don Taylor to life in prison. He will be transferred to 'Gregory Prison' immediately."
The gravel road caused the car to sway from side to side. Don Taylor shifted uncomfortably with his hands cuffed behind his back and feet attached to shackles. They had only been on the road for nearly fifteen minutes and he already had a kink in his back from the awkward position.
Through the whooshing wipers he saw a truck pull on to the road in front of them from his spot in the back seat. As the car drove toward them Don knew that it would not slow down. When it passed them a heavy layer of water sprayed across the windshield and they were temporarily blinded as the wiper struggled to shove it off. When the driver could see again, the image of another speeding vehicle charged toward them. The officer driving immediately decreased his speed but the other car lost control in front of them.
It flipped over right in the middle of the street, creating a barricade. The squad car swerved to the side, but the driver also lost control of the wheel and their car drove directly into the large truck.
Don's head flew forward and he banged it on the hard back of the front seat. Moaning, he peered at the two officers, neither was moving. He saw his chance, and took it. Pushing himself up, his upper body fell forward, into the front of the car.
With his mouth her grabbed the key chain, when he had a good grip on it he fell back into the backseat. Don dropped the keys in his lap.
Within ten minutes, Don was waking back to Washington DC, free and more determined than ever.
"You said we could go to the zoo today!" Chloe whined. She crossed her arms across her chest and slumped in the couch at Bobby's house.
"Have you looked outside yet today?" Bobby raised his eyebrows.
"No."
"When you do," Tara said, "you'll see that it's raining. Hard."
"That's why they invented um-brel-las," Chloe said slowly.
"Chloe, you know that it won't be any fun if we're all wet. None of the animals will even be out." Tara rested her head on Bobby's shoulder, swinging her legs over the side of the couch, sitting on his lap. She couldn't help but glance at the large diamond engagement ring on her finger.
"Plus we don't want to put any stress on that leg of yours," Bobby reminded.
"I guess you're right. So, since you're so smart, how about you come up with something else that we can do instead of the zoo."
Tara laughed lightly. "How about we head over to the video store and rent us a movie? Sound good?"
"Yep!" Chloe hopped off the couch and ran to shove on her rubber boots. In seconds she had her bright pink and yellow poka-dotted coat on that Bobby had bought for her, hood pulled up. Her embroidered jeans tucked under her matching boots and umbrella in hand. "Let's go!"
"So, you have any ideas of which movie we should rent, Ms. Genius?" Bobby asked as he drove down the street, heading downtown.
"I dunno yet," Chloe replied.
"Put on your seatbelt, honey," Tara said.
"Okay, Mommy," Chloe did as she was told.
Tara noticed Bobby check the rear view mirror for what she was sure was the fifth time. "Everything okay?"
"What?" Bobby glanced at her.
"You keep looking behind us…something bothering you?" Tara didn't want to worry Chloe so she spoke quietly.
"It's probably nothing. Don't worry about it, hun," Bobby took Tara's left hand in his and glanced at the ring. I still can't believe she said yes.
"But…" Tara probed.
"Nothing."
"Bobby," Tara warned.
He sighed, "It's just that car, it's been tailing us since we left."
"Hmm. I'll get someone at the office to run the plates." Tara read the licence plate from in the rear view mirror and called Lucy. She read the plate to her. When she hung up the phone, Tara's breath had nearly ceased.
"What is it?"
"The car was reported stolen about half an hour ago…and the car that was supposed to be transferring Don…crashed. Both officers are dead."
"So we don't know where he is?"
"I think I do," Tara glanced back at the rear view mirror. "And I have a feeling he knows where we are too."
Bobby followed her gaze and instantly knew what he was talking about; it isn't a coincidence when Don's car crashes, nobody knows where he is, another car is stolen and appears to be tailing them.
Bobby sped up, passing other cars on the way. The dark car followed, keeping up. "Tara, call Jack and tell what's going on."
"On it," Tara pulled out her cell phone again and dialed the number. When he answered, Tara passed on the information. "Jack said he'd send help right away."
"What's wrong?" Chloe asked, the worry strengthening in her voice. "Is he back, Mommy?"
"Chloe, I need you to stay buckled up, okay? Can you do that for me?"
"But-"
"Chloe, just do as I tell you. Please. Do it for me."
Chloe's anxiety instantly grew, and it was clearly visible. "O-okay."
Tara twisted her neck to see Chloe, "It's okay, sugar, I promise. Everything will be alright."
Chloe nodded.
Bobby glanced at Tara again but he was forced to turn his eyes back to the road on which he was exceeding the speed limit by far. "It will be alright, Tara."
"I know," Tara whispered. The car sped up; it was now beside them. Bobby looked to his side, his eyes met with Don's. A chill ran down his spin. How could a human's eyes be so cold? So empty of life? Don's car suddenly swerved into the side of Bobby's, a large scraping sound filled their ears, as well as Chloe's high pitch scream.
Bobby's face grew red with anger; the veins in his neck began bulging. "Oh no you don't, you filthy bloke," he bit out through clenched teeth. He threw the car back, returning the much needed favor. Metal scrapped.
Tara clutched the dashboard. She was the only one who saw the red light, only meters in front of them. "Bobby!"
He jerked his head forward. He stepped hard on the brakes with both his feet; Bobby shoved his arm in front of Tara in an attempt to block her from flying forward. Squealing of brakes burst through the air.
Don's car flew past them. In an instant another car ploughed through the side of the car.
Their car came to a harsh stop in the middle of the intersection. Tara breathed a sigh of relief. They were alive.
The sound of a horn blasted, Tara turned to her window and saw the large truck rushing in their direction, steam poured from the wheels, trying to stop, seconds before Bobby screamed and yanked Tara towards him.
The truck burst into their car, Tara's body flew to the side as glass shattered all around them.
"Tara," Bobby breathed. Her bruised body lay limp, the seatbelt holding her upright. He undid the seatbelt. "Chloe? You okay, sheila?"
"Mmm," came her quiet response.
Bobby reached over to Tara and checked for a pulse; it was weak. Too weak. He lightly shook her, trying to wake her up. She didn't. "Tara. Come on, love, wake up."
He vaguely heard sirens approaching in the far distance.
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