Trevor
He’d nearly jumped out of his skin when Harper’s phone had chimed with a reminder to clean out her kitty’s litter box. But thank goodness it had! He hadn’t realized the phone had slid under the seat of his truck. How many times have I told her she needs to keep up with that phone?
Her phone explained why the helicopter that had circled him earlier and flown off was now shining its spotlight on the loop only a mile or so behind him. He’d hurled Harper’s phone out the window, where it had promptly been pulverized under the wheels of a semi truck. Ping that, suckers!
He took the exit for Jacksboro Highway, circled around the ramp, and headed northwest on the road. Only a few more miles and he’d reach the ranch, hand over the rhino, and collect his big bucks. He’d have to go into hiding after that, at least until he figured things out. But he could survive quite a while on fifty grand in cash.
He’d made it a good way down the road when he heard the whup-whup-whup growing louder again. He arched his neck to look out his window. The police helicopter was back and seemed to be following the same highway he was on, running its searchlight over the fields and pastures along the sides of the road. He gripped the wheel so tight his knuckles threatened to pop clean out of his skin.
What do I do now?