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  • The Phone Rang...
    "Need a ride to the Airport", her German accent whispered over the phone, it was Anna.
    "NOW? It's TWO in the morning! I have to be at school at six"
    "Get over here NOW, I need your help. You're the only one I can trust"
    Her Husband Max, couldn't help, he was found dead a week earlier. I really liked him, he was a good golf buddy.
    They said it was suicide. Max was shot twice in the head, Shot twice in the in the drivers seat of someone else's Toyota, a pound of coke laid at his feet.
    Twice in the head, They said it was suicide...
    The Christin's were down the street neighbors, she was a top fashion Model and he was a "Developer"
    "What about the baby?" I asked " Momma took him back to Germany after the funeral" she said.
    I used to babysit young Greta, Max always slipped me a hundred, which was allot of money in the 70s.
    This wouldn't be the first time I went to the Airport for them, I used to deliver Halliburton Brief cases to a lock box,
    never asked what was in em, I was paid well to be discreet.
    "Walk here, around back, be quiet." When I walked up I saw a Brand New Red Jeep that I had never seen before, filled with flowery suitcases.
    "Lets go" she gave me the keys, she never learned to drive.
    I started the Jeep, then flicked on the lights and cranked some tunes, she snapped them off.
    "Not till we get out of the neighborhood". Take the back way to the Airport, stay off the Freeways.
    She said she was tipped off that someone was going to kill her.
    She said that Max had angered the wrong someone and the Cops were no help.
    She kept looking back, kept asking if we were being followed. I didn't notice anything. She cried...allot
    She booked a one way ticket to Dusseldorf, we checked her bags, the plane wouldn't leave for a couple of hours.
    We drank coffee and talked and cried about Max and Greta, she was going to retire from modeling and raise her baby with her mama.
    The sun was rising and it was time for me to get to school. She hugged me and said,
    "If anyone asks, You never saw me, don't know where I've gone, you don't know me"
    "What should I do with the Car?"
    "Keep it", she said. DANG, a sixteen year old with a Brand New Jeep! ...Coool !
    The Phone Rang...
    A few nights later, again in the middle of the night. He claimed that he was a Doctor Stevens calling from Parkland Hospital.
    "We have a woman that we found unconscious in a restroom at DFW airport on Tuesday...An Anna Christin?
    Looks like she was robbed, she's been in and out of consciousness, she was beaten pretty bad"
    She's mumbled your name, and I found three in the phonebook.
    "Sorry, I never heard of her" I hung up.
    My heart was racing, I was scared shitless. Could they trace me to them?
    The Jeep? Oh shit I thought, it was parked right out front!
    I dressed in all black, drove the Jeep down the alley, lights off. Parked in her drive.
    Left the keys in it.
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