Sacred Flesh by Timothy Cavinder Page B

tell him everything. I knew better than to hang out with those guys. I knew they were trouble. Though I didn’t steal anything myself I could easily be considered an accomplice to the deed. I know Grandfather, he’ll say, “no good, no good.” But we all comment errors do we not? Does not The Lord instruct to forgive? That’s quite clear isn’t it? Yes, he will hear me out. He will understand. Why do I need to do Rome’s covert bidding any longer? My grandfather will understand we are blood after all. Of Course, he’ll understand but it could be a hell of a risk though, I can’t say for certain what he’ll think, he just isn’t the kind of person that allows others close enough that they can gauge his thoughts. Not even me his beloved grandson.
    His eyes perk up at the sight of her green sedan pulling out of the underground parking lot. She’s off. He spills the rest of his cold coffee on the dashboard while reaching for the gear shift, “Damn it!” He glues his eyes to the window as she speeds away.

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    Jim stops having driven for awhile. Now over 100 miles from home he feels hunger beginning to build. He pulls onto the exit and into the parking lot of the first place he sees: the local family restaurant. Pass the rocking chairs and post cards for sale he hurries in for a chicken pot pie and coffee. His mind wanders: should’ve brought a newspaper. His thoughts drift to his marriage and the vacations with his wife and daughter, stopping on the interstate eating at places like this, staying in hotels on the drive down to Disney World. Why? Why didn’t I spend more time with them? Emily grew up so fast. I wasn’t around much back then or ever really. I should have been damn it! I wasn’t there for Janet either, always working, working, working and for what, to get myself in this mess, running from a bunch of nuts who probably want to kill me?
    I’ve got to get back together with Janet. I’ve got to tell her everything. We were so tight in college. Those were such fun days. Whatever happened to that feeling that being together was more than enough, more important than work, money, or that terrible scrooge peer recognition. How did we drift apart? I’ve got to get back with her. Somehow together we can straighten all this out. We’ll go to the police. We’ll do something.
    “Is everything all right?”
    “What?” Jim says startled.
    The waitress looks at him blankly.
    “Oh yeah, fine.” Jim reaches for his coffee cup and gulps down the rest. Feeling energized by the sense of new found direction. I’m going to do this. It’ll work out. We’ll make it work. We’ll find a way. I’m tired of running. I should just go back, get a lawyer, contact the police whatever I have to do. He wipes his mouth with the red cloth napkin and gets up from the table. The restaurant is mostly empty now, the lunch crowd having thinned out. He smiles at the girl sitting behind the cash register. Walking toward his car he breaths the fresh air while admiring the light blue sky. About to unlock his car door he stops in his tracks, “Mr. Dunbar,” Jim quickly turns at the sound of his name.
    “Who the hell are you?” Jim says.
    “I’m someone you really need to know.”
    “That’s nice. I’m kind of busy,” Jim walks closer to his car.
    “Busy running from the Elite Mr. Dunbar?” The One Who Turns says following him.
    Jim turns and stares at him, his tall thin frame, short brown hair, and slightly wrinkled face “And you are?”
    “I have information that will help you, help us all in fact. Please come with me and I’ll explain it all.”
    “I’ve never seen you before in my life. I’m not going anywhere with you,” Jim says.
    “Maybe this will convince you,” he pulls back his jacket to reveal a .45 caliber.

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    “Why are you following me?” She says, as he flinches.
    “Me? Following you? Isn’t it supposed to work the other way around?” he says.
    “Quick on your