Evan sat in the back of the police transportation van, his cuffed hands resting in his lap. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He kept picturing her face, how she'd looked in the stand while giving evidence; like a deer trapped in a car's headlamps. He had felt sorry for her; his attorney had been a lot harsher than he'd first assumed he would be. He resented him for that, putting his love in that situation. He did love her, despite the fact that what he'd done to her suggested otherwise. He longed to be with her, but his current circumstance made that impossible. There was a screech of brakes and Evan was jolted from his reverie as he slammed against the wall of the van. It rocked and fell with a smash, landing on it side. The van then skidded and crashed into another car. A few minutes later the van exploded in a bright ball of flames.

From his spot hiding in a bush Evan saw the explosion. As soon as the van had stopped moving he had bolted out of the door, which had come open on impact with the other car. With a piece of metal Evan began working on the cuffs that bound his hands. They came loose after a few minutes of working. Stealthily he broke into a run, keeping under cover of bushes.

He kept running until he came across a gas station. Realizing how conspicuous he looked wandering around in a prison uniform he slipped quietly into the men's bathroom. A few minutes later he emerged wearing blue jeans, a white shirt and a pair of sneakers, the outfit's former owner now lying unconscious in a stall of the bathroom. He needed to get out of town quick. He didn't know how long it would take the police to realize that he hadn't been killed in the blast, and he wasn't that keen on sticking around to find out.

He walked a little way along the road, stopping when he saw a car coming. He stuck out his hand and was slightly surprised when the driver indicated to pull over. Inside the car was a friendly looking elderly couple. He smiled at them as he lent down to the window.

"Where're you headed?" the old man asked. When he spoke his voice had a pure West Virginia twang to it.

"Anywhere that's not here."

"Well we're headed back home to Summersville, West Virginia. You're welcome to tag along."

"Thank you very much." He smiled at them before opening the back passenger door and climbing inside. There were a few minutes of silence before the man's wife spoke up.

"So what's you're name?"

"Ira," he replied. The car fell silent again. Evan reached into an inside pocket and pulled a folded piece of paper out. He unfolded it and stared at it. It was a photograph. Of Scully. He'd bribed a guard to get it for him. Rookies were so easy to sway. He smiled down at her face as he ran a finger gently across her lips. We'll be together soon, he thought, still smiling. I promise I'll come back for you. But not just yet. The old lady had turned round in her seat and eyed the photo.

"That your wife?" she asked. "She's beautiful."

"No she's not my wife," he replied a little sadly." But she will be. Soon."

THE END.

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Well that's the final chapter. How did you like it????

For those interested, I have written a sequal to "I Spy" called "Broken Mirror". If anyone wants me to, I can start posting it on here. Review and let me know if any of yall are interested.
Look forward to hearing what yall think.

Lily
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