Judy Christenberry - Honeymoon Hunt

“Do you have a phone? I seem to have lost mine. But call the police! I’d be more than happy to see a black-and-white.”

“You would?” Julia asked, surprised by his answer. Surely he must be a bad guy, she thought.

“Yeah, but hurry. They’re closing in on us quickly.”

“Who? Who is—”

She ended her questioning as bullets began to fly in their direction again. This time, she raced for the freeway, actually running a red light as she noted there was no traffic coming. She’d never done such an outrageous thing in her life!

They shot onto the freeway—and were immediately pulled over by a police car.

“Oh, dear! I don’t know—”

“Let me handle it!” the carjacker/passenger snapped.

The officer knocked on the glass and waited for Julia to lower the window.

Then he said, “You folks have an emergency, or do you just ignore posted speed limits?”

“Yes, officer, we do have an emergency,” the stranger beside her said calmly. Even his body language spoke of ease, but Julia was shaking.

“As you can see, we’ve run into trouble,” he said, gesturing to the bullet holes in the windshield.

“Where were you when this happened?” the officer asked, studying the evidence.

“We were looking for the Hotel Luna on Westmoreland,” the man said, causing Julia to look at him sharply. He was going to the hotel, too? She eyed him up and down, taking in his neatly trimmed brown hair, white shirt and pressed slacks. Not exactly Hotel Luna clientele, she thought.

The cop shook his head. “Not a good neighborhood.”

“We discovered that.”

“Can you tell me who shot at you?”

The stranger shrugged. “Couldn’t tell you. We must’ve just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“All right. If you’ll both come to my patrol car, I need to take a report. Either of you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?”

Both men looked at Julia, but she shook her head.

“No, we’re both fine. Just a little shocked,” the man answered.

“Then come with me.” The cop opened Julia’s door and escorted her back to his patrol car. He put her in the back seat while the man got in the front passenger seat.

First, the policeman used his radio to send some squad cars to the Hotel Luna. Then he took a clipboard and asked the man for his name.

Julia leaned forward, interested in that information herself.

Instead of speaking out loud, the man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business card.

“Thank you…” The cop read his name. “Mr. Rampling. And is this your wife?”

“No! No, she’s not.”

Julia leaned forward and gave her name and home address in Houston.

“So you’re both from out of town? Where are you staying?”

Julia immediately supplied the name of the hotel where she was staying, including the street address. She frowned when Mr. Rampling just nodded. Was he staying there, too? It was way too coincidental for her.

Before she could protest, the policeman went on to their reason for being at the Hotel Luna. Again, she waited for his answer, wondering if her surmise was correct.

“We were looking for our parents. They told us they would be at that hotel, but they’ve led us on a wild-goose chase,” the man said, a sad expression on his face.

How did he know she was looking for her mother? And that her mother was with a man—apparently this Mr. Rampling’s father? How was it that he had all the details she was missing? She didn’t know the identity of her mother’s partner, only his first name.

And why was the young Mr. Rampling searching for his father?

At least, she thought, he wasn’t a carjacker.

The cop made some further notations, then said, “Okay, that about sums it up. If you’ll call before you leave town, we’ll let you know if we’ve found anything.”

Mr. Rampling extended his hand. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem.” The officer turned to her. “Remember to follow the speed limit, ma’am. You don’t want to cause an accident.”

“Thank you,” Julia added, feeling she should express her appreciation, too.

“No problem, ma’am.” He put on his hat and helped her out to escort her back to her car.

Once behind the wheel, Julia closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.

“You okay?”

She glared at him. “Yes, no thanks to you!”

“Hey, would you have preferred to stay down there and get shot?” he demanded, irritated by her response.

“No, but—”

“But nothing! I did what I had to do. Now, let’s get going.”

“Going where?”

“To your hotel.”

“My hotel?” She stared at him, confused and shocked at his suggestion. Apparently young Mr. Rampling had lied to the officer. He wasn’t staying at the hotel, after all. But now he expected her to be hospitable. “You can’t be serious! You jump in my car, get me shot at, pulled over by a policeman, and you expect me to take you to my hotel? I don’t think so!”

“Look, lady, I just need to use a phone and have a safe place to wait until I get some help. I don’t think that’s asking too much.”

“Well, I do!” When he didn’t leave her car instantly, she said, “I’d have to be pretty stupid to do as you’ve suggested. You’d probably try to lure me into bed!”

“You have nothing to worry about there. You’re not my type!”

“What a relief! And that’s supposed to make me feel safe? Get out!”

“Take me to a phone before you throw me out. That’s the least you can do since I saved your life.”

He had a point. Not one she liked, but she couldn’t disagree with him. Of course, he was the reason they’d been shot at, but he had pulled her down and gotten them out of that place.

And most important of all, he had information she needed.

Driving down the freeway, she tried to sound casual as she asked, “Your father said he would be at the Hotel Luna?”

“Yeah.”

“And you assumed that’s why I was there, too?”

“Of course I did. Your mother is with my father. We both know that, so there’s no need to pretend any longer.”

“I’m not pretending anything. I’m here to find my mother!”

“So I figured. Why else would you be down in that neighborhood?”

Silence.

“How did you get there?” she finally asked.

“By taxi. The driver promised to wait, but must’ve driven away as soon as I was inside.”

“That was rather naive of you, wasn’t it?” she asked, feeling superior.

“Not if you knew what I’d paid him.” His voice sounded grim.

“Where are you from?” she asked.

“I’m from Kansas City.” After a pause, he asked, “Does your mother usually hang out in dives?”

Julia snapped her head around to frown sternly at him. “Of course not!”

“Well, it couldn’t have been my father’s idea. How did you find out about the Hotel Luna?”

“She wrote me and…told me she was staying at the Hotel Luna in Dallas.”

“My father wrote me the same thing.”

“So it could be your father who hangs out in dives.”

“No way!”

She gave him a hard stare and almost drove off the road.

He grabbed the wheel. “Pay attention to your driving!”

“Sorry,” she muttered. “Why are you so sure it wasn’t your father?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Were you worried about him meeting my mom?”

“No! I was worried about him shacking up with your mom.”

“How dare you! My mother would not do such a thing!”

“Then what made you come after her?”

Julia didn’t want to answer that question. Instead, she pulled off at the next exit. As soon as she saw a gas station with a phone booth on the corner, she pulled in. “Get out. There’s a phone booth. Make your calls and stay away from me and my mother!”