Martin was focused on driving for some time before he looked in the rear-view mirror to check on the status of Anita and Kevin. He gazed into the filthy, dinky mirror for several moments before deciding it was of little use. He instead everted his eyes from the road and looked over his shoulder. Anita was sitting on the seat, looming over the pale, bleeding man.
“How are you holding up?” he asked, looking back and then to the road. About twenty minutes prior, he’d gotten off the dirt track road and onto paved road. The car had stopped jittering a hundred times a second. He drove onward, the car quite smooth for the wreck that it was.
“I’m fine. Kevin is…” she paused and looked to the man, leaning in to brush his hair away from his face, affectionately. “He’s asleep now.”
Martin said nothing else, pretending to be focused on the road. There wasn’t much for him to be focused on but the wide expanse of Continental America ahead of them.
He found himself worrying about Kevin- who he still thought of as Joseph. While he was concerned about the mystery regarding the man’s name, he was debating what to do with him. After all, the man had been shot. Martin’s moral standards told him that he should take him to a hospital, but he was conflicted. He needed to turn the man over to the FBI, and he wasn’t sure if that would still be possible if he brought him to receive medical attention. He knew he wasn’t the only one in search of Kevin. Taking this wounded man to a public place was likely far from safe.
Why were so many people after Kevin? Apart from the FBI, there seemed to be at least two other organizations. One of them consisting of the Korean men… but he wasn’t so sure what to think of their other encounter. He had the feeling that the remaining group wasn’t with the others. The man in black was unusual… he appeared to be a hitman. Then there was him and the FBI.
Martin was distracted from the case, and pretty much everything relevant to his situation. His thoughts drifted to his soon to be ex-wife, and his entire being seemed to clench with grief. It was a gradual process, but he’d noticed since he first met Anita- she and his wife were shockingly similar. Sometimes it hurt to look at her, other times… Martin’s eyes shifted to the mirror, watching Anita on its spotted surface. She sensed his gaze, looked up and met the reflection of his eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Martin thought for a moment, he had no intention of telling Anita what was on his mind. Even so, after many moments of silence, the words blurted out.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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