I smiled when I heard the soft voice emitting from the trunk, "Hey, Max. I'm Jennifer, not Jill."<br/><br/>We got on the freeway with no trouble, turning on the radio, I tuned it to a local station, listening to the traffic reports and the music, I wondered why this kid had some real heavies after her, what was she? Who was she? Maybe she had got away from some kidnappers or something.<br/><br/>I kept one eye on the rear view mirror, but nothing, I even looked to the sky a couple of times for any sign of a helicopter, a helicopter? What was I thinking? This was a kid not some big time crook.<br/><br/>I saw a service station coming up, it was about a mile away, I pulled up at the side of the road, walking around to the trunk I opened the lid, the fear in the kid's eyes was scary, I frowned at her and held out my hand to help her out, I had forgot about my shoulder and the cut from the bullet, it stung as she took my hand and lifted herself out, a fresh flow of blood started show through my shirt.<br/><br/>"There's been nuting for fifteen miles now Jennifer, I think you can get out now, there's a service station coming up, I think we could do with a rest."