Now an old man, Lucky sat at the edge of a motel bed. His brain felt blurry. He couldn’t remember why he was running…only that they were after him and always had been.
A fatigued sigh leaked from his lungs as he hugged a box of Charms more tightly, unaware the reasoning behind his action or indeed even that he’d made the unthinking movement.
Outside, a brown 1978 Oldsmobile rolled into a parking space near the front office.
"This fuckin guy" muttered the driver, unshaven and weary from the endless miles behind him, noting the Kelly green Mini parked by itself at the other end of the run-down motel. It was quiet; this was no tourist destination.
His passenger now roused herself awake and rubbed her neck back into shape after hours contorted from sleep. She spotted the car, too.
They had found him.
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