He glanced back again, surely more times than was necessary. They had lost his trail and were no longer following him, at least he prayed they weren’t.
He slowed his gait, but not so much to lessen the gap he had created between himself and them, but enough to not draw unnecessary attention to himself.
What he needed to do was get to Madelyn and he needed to know they weren’t on his trail anymore. If they got to Madelyn Haze…
Things had gone beyond tense between himself and her. His cover with her had blown the very moment fragments of her memory began to return. He thanked God the bits were no more uniform than the particles found inside a kaleidoscope.
There was time enough for her to know the truth, the real truth about him … about herself, but now was not the time. They needed to get away.
Feigning a chill from the slight blow of wind, he pulled up his collar and began to speak into the mobile phone he had tucked in the front pocket of his shirt, his voice little more than a whisper.
“I will be there in seven minutes. I need you to be ready, Madelyn. We have to move to our next position.”
The strain in her clipped answer was enough to show she wasn’t ready, wouldn’t be ready, refused to be ready.
He ground his teeth and felt the pressure clear into his temples. “Madelyn, they will kill you, or worse. Be ready.” He ended the call.
He ended the call only to have to make another. They were on his trail, they’d actually cornered him.
“Mr. Lemon, I’m going to need immediate assistance. Madelyn has been compromised and so have I.”
THE END OF PART 2
*These are my results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt June 26th, 2017, and a surprising Part 2 to Miss Madelyn Haze. You are probably wondering who is Mr. Lemon. If you stick around long enough I promise you will find out. Thanks for reading.
~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!