So, here's part 9. I won't keep you waiting any longer...
Clara acted instinctively, jumping into the car as Derek tried
to seize her. Her sleeve tore as she slipped from his grip. Mark accelerated,
wheels spun, screeching, smoke, and the passenger door slammed shut as he sped
out of the hotel’s parking lot.
“Thank you,” she said, rubbing her bruised arm. Adrenaline and fear coursed through her body. The
hate in Derek’s eyes haunted her.
“We’re not out of the woods yet, Ra Ra,” Mark said nervously
checking the rear-view mirror.
Clara swung around to see the blue Ford Pick-Up following.
“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.” Clara fumbled for the
seatbelt. “But I saw Derek with you at the Lucky Number –”
“You did the right thing driving by, honey.” Mark sped the
Mustang along the freeway, weaving up cars, trying to lose Derek. Clara dug her
nails into her seat and winced at every vehicle over taken.
“How’d you know about Barbara’s summerhouse?” She looked
over her shoulder again, heart thumping inside her chest. Derek still pursued.
The Pick-up would struggle to keep up with Mark’s Mustang if the road was
“She shared her secret with me a long time ago.” Mark caught
her gaze. Clara scowled, thinking of that moment a few years ago where she
feared they’d both betrayed her. “She was worried about you, and if Derek ever
After Clara had split with Mark, he had briefly found
comfort in Barbara. She’d hated both of them at that point even though Barbara
always argued they were just friends. Clara had never been sure and when Mark
had tried to rekindle their relationship, Clara had walked away.
“I escaped Derek at the café, but he must have followed me
to the summerhouse. He saw you get into that truck, so I followed him.”
“Did he kill Barbara?” Barbara and Mark were in the past,
they had to worry about the present.
“Yes.” Mark wiped his brow with a shaky hand. “So where’s
the money, Clara?”