Chapter 47
Maybe this was damned stupid. Maybe he should just get back in his truck and start driving.
He could even leave Texas, skip out on his parole and everything.
He could just take what he had and disappear.
Probably couldn’t cross the border or anything—he’d be flagged if he did, he suspected—but there were at least forty other states he wouldn’t mind seeing some day.
Maybe he could drive around for the rest of his life, just work when he needed to.
Sleep in the damned truck.
Pick fucking beets or carrots for cash when needed. He’d done a work release doing that once. It wasn’t that bad.
He shouldn’t hurt the girl more than he had.
That would just get him more time if he did get caught.
He should just knock her out and leave her there by the water. Maybe she’d roll into the reservoir and just save him the trouble.
Then again…the Hillers had robbed him of fifteen years of his life.
They fucking owed him something.
Dwayne kept going, increasing his speed.
Until he saw the girl on her knees just up ahead.
She struggled to her feet.
Then he was on her.
The girl just kept fighting.