Did you notice my daughter’s picture? Yep, she is here.
Hi, I am the daughter of the author. What am I doing here? I have a place here. In fact two places. What are they? This is a mystery series. You either have to figure it out or wait until it is reveled.
Lonnie speeded up the best he could on the old, bumpy dirt road. The sound of the helicopter got closer. Lonnie pulled under a tree and remained still.
The sound went away.
Lonnie started the car up again and continued.
He figured he was just on the other side of the hill from the safe house.
He passed a couple of men standing outside their car with rifles carried casually. They looked at him oddly. Lonnie hid his face as best he could and kept on going.
Hunting season.
These would not be the only people he would come across. All of them armed with rifles they knew how to handle better than he did.
Great.
He drove on.
The helicopter was coming back. He could hear it. He pulled under a couple of dense trees. The chopper circled around. Then passed over where he was hiding. It wasn’t going away.
Lonnie was sure he had been spotted. With that chopper in the air he could never get away.
There was only one thing to do.
He got out the rifle. Steadied it carefully on the roof of the car. Aimed as best he knew how at the largest part of the machine, where he assumed the gas tanks would be, and pulled the trigger. There was a smacking sound that bounced back at him. But nothing happened.
The next shot he aimed at the rotating blades.
This time the chopper lurched and veered off, disappearing. Soon the sound was gone.
Lonnie jumped into the car.
It was time to get as far away as possible.
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