He said mildly, 'See? I told you she'd be sore.' Mike looked at him, white and stern, and said harshly, 'Shut up, will you?' He shot for the door, calling over his shoulder, completely unaware of the contradiction in his commands, 'And get busy and call the police, too!' Dee was already outside and moving fast. She cut through a few apartment buildings and angled back for the road. There were just too many places for her to go in that building complex. She had the advantage over Mike, as she pelted through the buildings and started running down the street. She could lose him. She did. In a short space of time she was quite a distance away, jogging steadily, and the physical exertion eased away some of the excess of emotion that had been bottled up inside of her. It was good just to be on the move, to have that illusion of freedom and to pretend that she was carefree. The clean air stirred her cheek and the sun beat down on her head with a life- giving warmth. Eventually, walking and running at intervals, she found herself outside the city zoo, and realised she had gone several miles.
