Order Of Protection, by Ann-Louise Truschel

“Phyllis, I’ll be moving now.”

“Did Gus find out you were staying again? How?”

“My brother told him where I was hiding.”

“Why? Gus’ll try to kill you again when he gets here.”

“He already did; I saw him coming and took off, but he ran me off the road about 60 miles into the desert.”

“How’d you get away?”

“My brother was in my car. He grabbed Gus, took his keys, and drove away in Gus’s car. I drove away in mine. Gus has a 60 mile desert walk – and no water.”

“When did this happen?”

“Nine days ago.”

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