MTW 356 H. This was the right place if the shady man was to be believed. “Umm, excuse me,” I spoke softly and glanced back in the direction I had come. There was no response. I tried again, my voice rising slightly, “Err, I need a place to hide for a few hours.” A few seconds went by. I started to feel mislead when I received a reply I had only been half expecting.
I blinked, “Yes. I have enough.”
“Go on then. Payment first.”
I hurried forward to provide the required gallons. My palms were sweaty and, by the time the transaction had been completed, the faint sound of sirens had grown much louder.
I glanced around the deserted parking lot then did as instructed. Once I was securely inside, the trunk of the car swung shut and the unexpectedly roomy interior lit up. I heard the sirens blaring so piercingly they were surely right outside. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. After a couple of minutes and near suffocation, the sirens began to move away. Once the sirens had faded into a dull shriek, the car spoke again, its voice echoing a little in the small space, “I will let you know when your time is up.”