Leigh Michaels - Backwards Honeymoon

“They certainly could. You could be in jail right now, and I could be looking for a lawyer to bail you out.”

“Taking things fifty-fifty,” Jonah said with a note of approval. “That’s my girl. And if you couldn’t find a lawyer, you could always use your nail file and break me out.”

They had enough cash to pay for their bacon and eggs, the biggest breakfast Kathryn had ever seen at any time of day. But it was apparent from a quick phone call to the motel that their resources would not stretch to cover a room.

“Then we’ll sleep in the car,” Kathryn said bravely, pushing her half-full plate away.

Jonah refilled his coffee cup. “Have you ever tried that? Not just dozing, I mean, but actually spending the night?”

“Well, no.”

“Believe me, you’ll be doing enough sleeping in the car on the way to Nevada. You don’t want to start any sooner than you have to. I told them to hold the room.”

“But if we can’t pay for it—”

“The way things stand at the moment, we can’t pay for the car repairs, either. We’ll just have to hit the money machine for a cash advance.”

“But that will leave a paper trail.”

“I’d have preferred to wait till we were out of Minnesota, but we don’t have a choice. Since I’m already in the official records as being here, we’ll use my card tonight and keep yours clear till we get to Wisconsin.”

“I thought maybe, with this happening, we’d just skip Wisconsin.”

Jonah shook his head. “With this delay, it’s even more important to lay a red herring for Jock to follow. But money isn’t the only problem we’ve got right now. There’s that ticket, too.”

“Are you still being paranoid about that poor cop? He was only doing his job, Jonah.”

“It’s in the computer now. If your father thinks to ask for a driver’s license check on me, that ticket will pop up—and he’ll know where I am.”

“Why would he do that? He probably doesn’t have any evidence that I’m with you,” Kathryn objected. “You said yourself when the cop pulled us over that you didn’t think Daddy could possibly have put the pieces together yet.”

“It doesn’t matter. Even if Jock isn’t exactly suspicious of me, he’s going to want his people to talk to everybody who was on the estate today, to find out what they might have seen. When I turn out to be hard to find, it would be only natural to ask the police to keep a lookout for my car. And if he would happen to do that before we manage to get the lights fixed—”

Kathryn winced. “We’ll be saying ‘Hello, Daddy’ when his helicopter lands in the parking lot.”

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