“Hey baby, how was the trip?” Chip asked as Chelle walked into the kitchen from the garage. She looked at everything around her and reminded herself that all good things come to an end. “It was painless babe, what are we doing tonight?” Chip leaned forward and gave her a huge hug, kissed her on the forehead and grabbed her keys. “Bag in the trunk?” He asked as he walked towards the door. “Yeah,” she walked into the living room and sat on the couch. As she kicked her shoes off she admired the living room, she wished that they lived comfortably she loved the luxurious townhome in Georgia. It was beautiful, ducked off and everything seemed so perfect. “Phipps is the move in the morning, I know you want to go shopping.” He placed her overnight bag on the floor beside the loveseat. “No, I just want to spend quality time with you babe.” Chelle smiled at him, but her smile hid hundreds of tears. She was happy to have someone so real by her side, but sad to have him living on the edge. “You hear that?” Chip asked in a paranoid tone as he took his thumb and index finger and peeped through the blinds in the living room. “What the helicopters? Boy, if you don’t sit down some damn where.” Chelle was not in the mood for Chip’s paranoia, she was already jittery enough. He scared of a damn helicopter, but he want to hang out tomorrow in broad daylight at the mall? This fool is crazy. She thought to herself. He decided to try to stay calm, he didn’t want to piss Chelle off and he realized that he needed to be as calm as possible and enjoy each day. He actually felt like he could make it 7 years without getting caught, and he was told that if he went that long without getting caught, there was nothing they could do to him. The warrant at that time would be invalid… Holiday Season Chelle booked it from Georgia to North Carolina checking her rear view mirror constantly, and observing the exit ramps. Cops usually hide on the side of the road, in the median of the highway, and on the ramps that exit or enter the highway. She was skilled to make the drive and knew where each hot spot was along the highway. She was so good, she could point out the make and model of damn near any car on the road. Undercover Cops drove Chevy Tahoe’s, Dodge Chargers, and on occasion they drove anything else that didn’t look suspicious. The difference was, they were allowed to have tint as dark as they wanted, sometimes there would be longer than normal antennas on the front or back left or right side of the car; and police lights were even detectible in the rear windows of cars sometimes. Roadrunner duties and wisdom taught her this technique.
