Chapter 11
Adam Rogne drove steadily at the posted speed limit, his cruise control set. He wasn't tired at all, given he'd been driving non stop, other than stopping for gas, since he left his home in DC. He watched the scenery slip by without interest. Not really seeing it, just something to keep his mind from drifting back home.
The map he'd purchased lay in the passenger seat, opened to his current location, just between West Virginia and Kentucky. He took a long swallow of Diet Pepsi, and set the can back down in the beverage holder between the 2 bucket seats, and sighed heavily.
Adam glanced to the left as he passed a sign declaring "Kentucky welcomes you!!!" He'd made good time, all things considered. He hadn't heard anything on the radio about famous local forensic anthropologist and best selling author Temperance Brennan being kidnapped or found. He shut the radio off long ago, because he couldn't seem to pick up any good radio stations, and all of his CD's were left behind, so he drove along in silence. The only sound was the low throaty rumble of the Camaro's modified 450 horsepower engine. There were few cars on the road right now, mostly locals, few out of town plates, he noted to himself, which was good for him, because a flashy car like his would certainly draw attention.
Adams mind kept drifting back to Temperance, the way she smiled at him, her laugh, how hard she worked for victims. She was alone in the world. All he wanted to do was help her. Shelter her from Booth's indiscretions. The fact that she already knew really threw him. Did he make the right choice leaving? Maybe they still could have built a relationship…?
Adam felt guilty for what he'd done to her. He let his fantasies take over, he realized that with horror. He knew he committed a crime, even though his intentions were good. He really didn't want to go to jail, appear in court, all that legal stuff he knew would happen, but he was worried again about Temperance.
What if he'd given her too much Rohiphnal? He thought suddenly, panicked. What if she was hurt, or injured at his home? He considered turning back and going home again face the music. Agent Seeley Booth's face loomed in front of him. He really didn't want to face him. Adam knew it would be bad….and yet….he shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
He weighed his options. Go home, face the music and the formidable Seeley Booth, or run. He knew if he ran, this Booth guy probably wouldn't give up until he found him anyway, then he'd probably be in more trouble.
A sign ahead advised drivers a wayside rest was ½ mile away. Adam scrubbed his hand across his face, as he reached a crossroad in his mind. He knew what he had to do.
He accelerated the Camaro, and pulled into the wayside rest, the parking area was deserted, so without stopping, he sped through the lot and went back out to the freeway, heading back home again.
His mother taught him to accept the consequences of his actions regardless how unpleasant. What kind of person was he to leave her alone, drugged and helpless? He had to go home and make sure she was okay.
Maybe after the drugs had worn off, they'd talk. She was a very understanding person, he knew. She'd probably understand and not press charges. Maybe he'd even ask her not to tell Booth.
Adam grimaced. Yes, he would defiantly insist that Booth not be made aware.
End this chapter!
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