Suzie’s House 529 : What Comes to Hand

It took over fifteen minutes for Vin to free his hands from the rope Petrovich had tied him up with. It would have been even less time if not for all the lurching as the pick up maneuvered through Madison. That or the distraction of Petrovich’s previous victim rolling around on the floor of the camper.

As soon as he could, Vin slapped first one, then the other hip pocket. No phone. He checked his shirt pocket. Nothing. He didn’t know when the he’d lost the phone, but obviously he was on his own.

He glanced out the window. The fading green of trees on the verge of admitting that fall was coming whipped past as well as the blur of oncoming traffic passing peacefully by. A quick look over his shoulder brought the green of trees closer. So, a country road. They’d already left Madison.

Getting out of this just got a lot harder. If they were still in the city he could have thrown something through a window or maybe shouted at just the right time to draw attention. At these speeds, who would notice?

He looked around the camper, but didn’t see anything useful laying around. Only a headless body.

How daring Petrovich had been. When Vin arrived, the camper was parked exactly where they were supposed to meet to trade information. The door at the back had been ajar just enough for Vin to see the body inside. Petrovich stood next to it with a stupid smirk.

Vin felt like a complete idiot for leaning in to look at the body. Petrovich had shoved him all the way into the camper, then kept right going as Vin tripped all over the body. Vin vaguely recalled the sound of the door latching right before he’d been whacked in the back of the head.

Nothing useful had been left out. Certainly no hammer or screwdriver lay out. Vin lurched to his feet with he rocking of the camper as they took a turn. He opened one cupboard after another until he found some tools. Based on the discoloring, he’d guess they were used for dismantling bodies. Now he’d use them to dismantle that door.

The door might have been locked, but it didn’t take long for him to remove it from it’s hinges.

That left him staring at the two-lane highway rushing past at highway speeds, taking him further and further from Madison.

Eventually they would slow down. They had to. If nothing else, they’d run out of gas. When they did, he’d jump.

No sooner had he thought as much than the truck stopped at a cross roads. Vin simply hopped out of the camper onto the road, then walked into the bushes. The truck drove away without him.

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