Bear broke the
silence a few minutes later. “What’d he say?”
“He said we’re
in serious trouble.”
Jessie leaned
forward. “I could have told you that.”
Bear started
laughing, wincing between outbursts. Jessie joined in, and I did too.
The laughing
trailed off. Jessie spoke up. “You think they’ll put some kind of broadcast out
about my car?”
I looked at
Bear who was already shaking his head at me. “They just might.”
Four hours
later I took a random exit off I-95 just outside of Rocky Mt., North Carolina.
That put us about two hours away from Lejeune. Close enough and far enough away
all wrapped in one. Bear and Jessie slept. Each had had a rough night of their
own. The silence didn’t bother me. I welcomed it. It was much better than the
uncomfortable silence between me and Jessie when she was awake.
The exit looped
in a circle before leading us to a blinking red stoplight. To the left, the
road crossed over the interstate toward town. To the right I saw a gas station
and not much else. I turned left. The empty road was in stark contrast to the
tall neon signs, each shouting, “Stop here for gas, food, coffee and lodging!”
Some places had all in one. Nothing looked promising in this section of town,
though.
I recalled the
sign just before the blinking red light.
Gas .5 miles. Lodging 1.5 miles.
I made a U-turn in the middle of the road. I panicked for a second. Whipping
around like that, crossing the median, could be enough for a cop to pull me
over and run my ID. How would that look? Big bad Jack Noble taken down by a
country cop for making an illegal U-turn. I shook my head and grinned. The
rear-view mirror revealed no such encounter would take place tonight, at least
not yet.
We rolled
across the interstate overpass, past the open-all-night 24-hour gas station.
The motel appeared suddenly after a curve in the road. The neon sign placed
near the parking lot entrance blinked on and off. When switched on, it read
“vacancy,” which was enough to convince me to pull into the parking lot.
I parked the
Tahoe by the front office then opened the door and hopped out of the vehicle
and made my way around the front. I heard another car door open and close.
Jessie made her way to the lobby entrance and waited for me.
“You don’t need
to come in,” I said.
She shrugged.
“Tired of sitting.”
“It’s best
you’re not seen with me.”
“Whatever, I’m
going in.”
I opened the
door and gestured her through first. A middle aged man with a shaved, pointed
head sat behind the desk. He propped his chin upon his open palm, fingers
wrapping back along his jawline to his ear. He opened his eyes and blinked
repeatedly at the chiming of the string of bells hanging from the door, shaking
and clattering together as we walked into the small dimly lit lobby. It smelled
like mildew and pine tree car air fresheners. The odor lingered in the back of
my throat.
The desk clerk
sat up and tugged at the shirt hugging his barreled chest, straightening it out.
“How can I help y’all?”
“Need a room
for a couple nights,” I said.
“Two rooms,”
Jessie said.
“No,” I leaned
against the counter and turned my head to her, leaning in so we were eye to
eye. “One room.” I emphasized each word equally.
“Excuse me,”
she said, poking a finger in my chest. “If you think I’m about to spend the
night in the same room as you and your partner—”
I placed my
hand on her shoulder. “Jess, think about this for a minute.” Out of the corner
of my eye I could see that the desk clerk had placed an arm on the counter and
was leaning over it, a smile on his face. “We’ll talk outside.” I stood and
turned toward the clerk. “One room. Two beds. Three nights.”
The clerk
stood, sniffed and wiped his nose with his sleeve. “That’ll be two hundred fifty.”
I pulled a wad
of cash from my wallet and dropped it on the counter.
“We don’t take
cash,” he said.
I pulled out
another fifty, dropped it next to the pile of cash.
“Ok, room 114,
‘round back.” He slid two keys across the counter.
We turned and
left the lobby. The moment the door closed behind us, Jessie ripped into me.
“What the hell
was that, Jack?” She jockeyed for position in front of me, walking backwards
and poking me in the chest. “I don’t know what you are thinking, but if you
think, for one moment, that you and I are going to—”
“I don’t think
any of that,” I said. “Damn, what the hell do you think is going on here? You
are riding with two fugitives. We got CIA, MPs, and probably the damn NSA on
us. You want to be in a room by yourself when those guys show up? Do you?” I
stepped back and turned sideways, extending my arm toward the lobby door. “Well
then march right in there and get your own damn room.”
She opened her
mouth to speak, but said nothing. She threw her arms in the air, turned and got
back in the Tahoe.
I smiled and
then climbed back inside and turned the key in the ignition.
“Just like old
times,” Bear said.
“Shut up,” Jess
and I said at the same time.
I shifted into
drive and pulled around the back of the building, parking in a spot a few rooms
down from ours. I wanted to leave as much visibility through the front windows
as I could. I didn’t like the fact that we were at the back of the building.
The only thing it had going for it was that we weren’t in the front, and were
shielded from the road. But the positive fed right into the negative. We could
easily be ambushed.
I put the key
into the door and turned the knob. Felt along the wall to the left until I
found a light switch. A dim, yellowish overhead light flickered on and off for
a few seconds before staying on and flooding the room. The room was barely
larger than the lobby and had the same moldy, pine tree infused smell.
Bear pushed in
from behind me. “Five star all the way, Jack.”
I shrugged.
“Seriously,
man. Weren’t there better options in town?”
“Yeah.” There
were. But there were also more people in town. More cops in town. More chances
of being spotted in town. “We’re national celebrities right now, Bear. Further
we are from town the better.”
“I suppose,” he
said, moving to claim a bed for himself.
“You two
bunking together?” Jessie asked.
I spun on my
heel, ready to rip into her for the remark. She stood inches from me, looking
up and smiling. The yellow light above us reflected off her dark brown eyes.
Her olive complexion absorbed the light and radiated it outward.
“What?” she
said. “No witty come backs?”
I forced a
smile. I felt a burning inside that had disappeared a long time ago. I wanted
to be with her again. Lean in and kiss her. Make love to her. Talk all night
afterward.
“Ja-ack,” she
said, singing my name. “Snap out of it.” Her hand slapped across my face
lightly.
I smiled
without having to force it and took a step back. “I’m going toward town. Saw a
store that was open on the way in. Need to grab a few things.” I moved to the
door, opened it and stopped. “Keys to the Tahoe are on the nightstand if you
need them.”
“You’re not
taking it?” Bear asked.
“No,” I said.
“I need to take a walk.”
*
* *
The wind picked
up during my walk and the cold night air bit at my face. It stung. It felt
good. The country air and peaceful surroundings gave way to the sound of
vehicles traveling on I-95. Families on vacation for spring break, business
people driving overnight for their morning meetings, and truckers making the
long haul from Florida to New York then back again. I filtered the sound of the
traffic in my mind and allowed my brain to distort it. It reverberated through
the air like waves at the beach. That calm feeling washed over me again. I
laughed at myself for being able to relax with everything that had occurred in
the last few days and the probable consequences hanging over me.
I followed the
winding road through a stretch of woods. A tall bright signpost appeared front
and center as I stepped past the wooded stretch. Two cars were parked next to
gas pumps. A middle-aged man walked a golden retriever in the patch of grass
between the gas station’s parking lot and a closed diner.
I crossed the
street and stopped in front of the store entrance to think for a minute, using
the time to acclimate myself to the store’s surroundings.
The man with
the golden retriever returned to his mini-van and opened the back door. The dog
jumped in the back seat, cuddling up to a little girl. The man nodded at me and
jogged to the driver’s side of the car. A minute later the car turned left out
of the parking lot and turned right onto the interstate on-ramp, disappearing
from site.
I opened the
door to the store, a single chime greeting me as I walked through the open
doorway.
“Hello,” a
cheerful young woman said from behind her register. She was dressed in black
pants, a white button up shirt, and wore a red and white checkered vest. A red
tag had the name Michelle printed on it in white lettering with a black
outline. She wore her dark hair in a ponytail and wore too much make-up,
perhaps to cover the ever present dark circles under her eyes and the premature
lines on her face from a lifetime of working odd shifts at places like this. Or
maybe places even worse.
I nodded and
looked away.
“Looking for
anything specific?”
“No. I’ll just
be a few minutes.”
She put her
hands on the counter, slumped over and frowned, all the while nodding her head.
“Okies. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
She must live
for moments when someone would come into the store in the middle of the night
and carry on a conversation with her.
I grabbed a
hand basket and wove my way up and down the aisles, grabbing various items as I
went. I had no idea what I wanted. Just needed to pass the time and clear my
head. Jessie had thrown me for a loop at the motel. Now wasn’t the time for me
to think about relationships and life after the military. And not just because
of the current predicament I found myself in. It went beyond that. The life I
led, and the life I foresaw myself leading for some time to come, left no room
for love and relationships. Those things were liabilities in my world, not
assets.
The basket grew
heavy. I looked down and saw I had filled it to the top. That was my cue that
I’d grabbed enough off the stocked shelves. I walked to the counter and placed
the basket on it.
“Anything
else?”
I looked around
at the display to the side and shook my head. “No, this’ll be all.”
She babbled on,
but her words didn’t register in my head. I stared out the window at a group of
four men cutting through the parking lot to the store. A couple of them yelled
at an elderly man filling his car with gas. The old man cut it short, hung the
nozzle up at the pump and got in his car, driving off in a hurry. The men
laughed and slapped hands and pointed at the store.
“—and so I’m
only doing this until I have enough saved to go back to college and then I’ll—”
“You know those
men?” I gestured with my head toward the window.
Michelle bit
her lip and nodded.
“Troublemakers?”
“One of them’s
my ex,” she said. “And he’s not a nice guy. Ex-con.”
“What’d he do?”
She looked up
from her scanner and the item in her hand. Her eyes watered over. “Tried to
kill me.” She wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “You should go. Just take the
stuff and go. Those guys are bad news, especially if they’ve been drinking.”
“Keep ringing
this stuff up. Don’t say anything to them. Don’t acknowledge them. Got it?”
She said
nothing.
The electronic
chime rang when one of the men pulled the front door open. They stepped through
one at a time and cut to the left, behind me, laughing as they walked down the
aisle. I got a good glimpse at them as they came through. All dressed the same,
old jeans, black Doc Martin combat boots, and heavy flannel shirts worn as
jackets. Two had long hair, one had a shaved head, and the fourth kept his cut
close on the side and spiked four inches on top. Only the bald man came close
to matching me in size, but that didn’t mean I’d underestimate any of them. You
never knew what a man was capable of until the moment of impact.
“This your new
boyfriend, Michelle?”
She looked at
me and said nothing then glanced down at the empty basket on the counter.
I looked up at
the small TV fed by the security camera. The group of men approached from
behind.
I turned around,
held my arms out the side, resting my elbows on the counter. I made eye contact
with the bald man leading the group.
He stopped six
feet away from me. Far enough away that he could escape if I made a move. His
guys fanned out, two toward the door, one on the other side. The bald man
leaned to the side, looking around me. “Michelle, you hear me?”
Her breathing
picked up. She said nothing.
“Bitch,” he
said. “You better answer me.” He looked at me and then at her. He started to
redden, first his neck and cheeks, then the rest of his pale face.
“I think,” I
straightened up, “you should apologize and then leave.”
“Screw you,
Jarhead.”
Jarhead?
How could he tell? I looked nothing like a Marine. “I’m not looking for any
trouble tonight—”
“Yeah, well you
just found some.” He took a step forward.
Keep it
coming, baldy.
“—I think you
should turn around and go home. Sleep it off. Hell, go down to the highway and
play
Frogger
with the semis for all I care. Probably do the world a
favor.”
His eyes
narrowed as he processed what I said. He looked to the side, toward the door,
and laughed. Two seconds later he was in my face.
I didn’t
flinch.
He did his best
scary guy impersonation, shoulders back, face inches from mine. He exhaled
heavily through his mouth. I could have gotten drunk on his hot alcohol stained
breath if he stayed there long enough.
“What you got
to say now?” he said.
My hand moved
to the one of the displays on the counter. I fingered a few items until I felt
that I had the item I wanted. I smiled then brought my hand forward. “I think
you could use a breath mint.”