Once more with feeling Slamming the end of the screwdriver through the driver’s side window, Justin works fast. Molly looks around the lot, her thumbnail never leaving her mouth. “Hurry up,” she mumbles under her breath. Justin bites his tongue. He would not lose it now. He had to stay focused on the task. The engine roars and Molly quickly settles inside. Slamming on the accelerator, Justin speeds out of the parking lot and back into the traffic. “Do you think anyone saw us?” She asks; her voice still barely audible. Looking at the rearview mirror, Justin shakes his head, “I don’t think so.” She looks down at her hands. “Should we call someone?” Biting his lip, Justin shakes his head, “I dropped my phone somewhere.” Maybe it was paranoia, but he didn’t feel safe having anything that could be traced to his location. Molly looks out the window, “Maybe we should go to a police station?” “We can’t.” Sighing, he decides now is the time to break the news, “Moll, Grandpa did a lot of… well, a lot of illegal things.” “What do you mean?” Turning onto the ramp, Justin returns to the highway, “He and Uncle Alex did a lot of transactions under the table… and they made a lot of enemies. Dad too.” She is silent for a moment, then, with wide eyes asks, “Like the mob?” Justin sighs, “Not really. Though I’m pretty sure they probably worked with people in the mob.” “So what does that have to do with the police?” Molly asks. Justin glances at his sister before returning his gaze to the road. He remembered the conversation that occurred years earlier between his mother and him. It was during one of her ‘amnesia’ spells. “But Mom, I know it happened!” “Sweetheart, you just imagined it. I’m sure I would have remembered that.” “But you DO remember it! I know you do!” “I don’t. And I want you to stop bringing this up. It’s upsetting.” “Fine. But answer me this--- ” “Justin…” “Just one question, okay?” “What is it?” “If something like that were to happen again--” “Nothing happened.” “But if it did. Why couldn’t we just go to the police instead of the cabin?” She’s silent for a moment, and Justin thinks that she might not answer him, when suddenly she says, “Many officers are on a payroll.” “A what?” “This conversation is over, Justin.” And with that, Jennifer Taylor left the room. Justin can see the sign up the road for the airport. “We’re almost there.” Molly bites her lip, tears welliing in her eyes. Reaching over, Justin takes her hand into his and squeezes.