Capture by Olivia Ryann

Author:Olivia Ryann
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2018-08-24T04:00:00+00:00

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KATHERINE

I stare out the window of the Escalade, looking at the streets of New Orleans pass me by. Tony and I are supposed to be going grocery shopping, but he drove us in the opposite direction of Rouse’s Supermarket, heading east up into the Gentilly area.

I pull my too-short pale pink dress down, puzzled as to why Tony would suggest that I wear it today. It’s a Christ store purchase, something that I grabbed for myself and hid in my room. My father would flip if he saw me wearing it, honestly.

Tony found it a couple months ago when he was digging through my laundry, looking for God knows what. He mocked me but never said anything to Dad about it. He never brought it up at all, and I sort of forgot about it.

Until today, when Tony said I should wear something nice, and suggested this dress. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but… I don’t know. Something is off, but I can’t figure out what.

I look at Tony, who’s driving with one hand and chewing a nail on his free hand.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” I ask, frowning as we hit a particularly broken-down stretch of the city.

The little shotgun houses here have peeling paint and ratty yards, barefoot kids in diapers taunting mean-looking pit bulls that are chained up outside. The homes are half-collapsing, leaning far too one side or the other. Even the streets are messed up here, the concrete so busted up and broken that Tony has to drive slowly over it.

“Yeah,” Tony grunts. “We’re almost there.”

I glance at Tony, feeling that something is wrong. His eyes are fixed on the rearview mirror, his posture so tense that he’s sitting forward instead of leaning back. He’s been sweating bullets since we got in the car, biting off terse answers to my questions.

I lay a hand on his arm, and he practically jumps out of his skin. “Jesus! Don’t fucking touch me, Katherine.”

I narrow my gaze and speak slow and low. “What’s going on, Tony?”

He glances at me; the whites of his eyes are a little too wide. Maybe he’s on some kind of drug? It would explain the sweating and the nervousness.

“Nothing you need to worry yourself about,” he says. He tenses his jaw in such a way that I know he’s lying. I just don’t know what his lie is about.

I push back in my seat, unsatisfied. Tony keeps looking in the rearview mirror, driving all of twenty miles per hour. I start wondering how long it would take me to get out of the car, here and now. If Tony’s on drugs and running from the cops, I need some kind of backup plan in case something goes wrong.

Even as I think it, I see the blue flashing lights of the New Orleans police behind us. I swear, a minute ago I didn’t even see the SUV, but now it is flagging us down.

Tony doesn’t stop right away, forcing the police SUV to turn on its sirens.

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