Jennifer eyed the car. It was beautiful and the engine had a rumble that made her heart beat fast in her chest. She loved fast cars.<br/>to<br/>"They will be looking for me and Brody since they saw us both up close and personal. I think we need to ride in the trunk for a while. There will be plenty of air, if you lower the middle arm rest thingie. It sort of opens up to the trunk. I'm going to leave my backpack on the back porch and toss my socks over the porch railing, like I'm still around. Maybe they will think I'm hiding out in the woods. It might buy some time." Jennifer said.<br/><br/>Without waiting for Max to answer, she hopped in the trunk and snapped her fingers at Brody. The big rawboned dog cocked his head at her, ears held out like helicopter propellers, but he obeyed . She wedged herself close the back seats and Brody lay along beside her, shielding her body from the bags and potentially prying eyes.<br/><br/>"The nearest big highway is I40. It goes west all the way to the Grand Canyon in Arizona. It is a straight shot so you can't take a wrong turn. We can go a long way on it. I think we can get to a state park in Oklahoma, maybe even Texas before nightfall.<br/><br/>Max shook his head and slammed the trunk. He revved the engine and spun gravel.<br/><br/>Jennifer lay her face close to the opening the lowered armrest provided.<br/>"Hey, Max. I'm Jennifer, not Jill." she called softly.