On the Run - M Zeigler (philippa perry book .txt) 📗

trail that leads to, you guessed it, the old dirt frontage road.

“How in the hell did you manage to get this accomplished?” I ask Bonnie who shrugs. “It was easy, when you were inside changing I gave a map over to your brother’s with the actual plan on it. Leo was calling Montgomery when you walked out letting him know that what I was saying in front of you wasn’t the real plan.” Bonnie explains as she drives out onto the dirt road heading towards the town center.

“How did you know plan A wouldn’t work?” I inquire. “It was my understanding that Devon just ran out there with no thought on what else could be going on.” I add, Bonnie let’s those words sink in for a long minute before I finally understand what the entire plan was.

“That whole set up you told me was a distraction? So you knew those other guys were there?” I gape entirely amazed that Bonnie is that good at thinking ahead. “No, the other eight cars were as much of a surprise to you as it was to me. But I also didn’t know how many people the Duke had with him. I knew there had to be more though, I knew there were going to be more people than all of us could take on at one time. So I had to put together a grand scheme, but I knew I had of told you I was waiting until the last possible second to escape the explosion, you wouldn’t have gone with it.” Bonnie gives a little more insight as to what happened behind my back.

“What do you mean narrowly escaped?” I ask accusingly. “The circuit box for the towns storm warning system is only fifty yards outside of town, I knew the moment I made that confirmation call that I only had exactly sixty seconds to get at least another fifty yards from town. Thankfully my car goes from Zero to sixty in a few seconds so I was able to make it to a hundred and twenty in about sixty seconds, I was just past that barley field when you blew up Christianson.” Bonnie explains, my stomach lurches when I realize how close she could have been to death, if she had of tripped or something happened between the circuit box and the car she would have been dead.

“But, apparently god only cuts down those who deserve it. And I’m still here so I’m apparently doing something right.” Bonnie says trying to keep my now instantaneous anger at bay. I’m about to start yelling at her anyways for being so reckless but we are at the old community center and everyone is outside the building holding a beer with smiles on their faces as they watch Christianson burn to the ground.

 

Chapter 20

 

On the run chapter 20

Sometimes the end isn’t the end

Bonnie’s perspective

It’s been a month since Barrette and I burned down Christianson, I’ve been staying at his house since we stopped Devon and his men. As for the rest of Christianson, I used some of the twenty million that Devon handed over and paid for them to stay in hotels while I gave the rest of the money over to the town Mayor and had the town rebuilt.

Because so many folks worked together, the town was finished by the middle of last week, the place looks exactly as it did before, of course everything has a fresh coat of paint and everything is shiny and new.

As for Devon, he was taken over to Adder Georgia and placed in a high security holding cell that was guarded until Rodney arrived to transport Devon to Atlanta. At ten thirty AM three days back Devon was found guilty for over several cases of murder in the first degree, he was then sentenced to five life sentences in a maximum security prison with no chance of parole. His death date was set for today, in four hours which is why Barrette and I are currently standing outside the Atlanta government building.

 Once news broke of how many deaths were on Devon’s shoulders and all his other criminal activities, not even the human rights activists pitched a fit over his sentencing. Devon Morgan will be remembered a lot longer than even Charles Manson or Bonnie and Clyde, it’s hard to believe one man was responsible for so many deaths. The new offshore account that was opened in Devon’s name was depleted by the government to fully fund the recovery of all the bodies buried out in the desert and give proper funerals to those families.

“Ladies and Gentlemen I’d like you to give a warm welcome to the stage, Bonnie Elizabeth Parker and Barrette Green!” The new Mayor of Georgia, a happy go lucky fellow name Chris announces from the stage.

“Hello, hello, I’m Bonnie, this is Barrette. Of course most of you know that already. I say thumbing to Barrette’s tour bus where his brother’s are sitting on the roof eating pop corn and terrorizing each other like the over grown children they are.

“Honestly I don’t have much to say about this whole mess, I mean, through this whole thing, I gave my heart and soul just to get a moment of glory. After the blaze, I realized that it’s not about winning or losing, it’s how well you do on the ride there. At the end of my life, who’s going to remember me, or ant of this? It’s not going to be just the next generation remembering me or Barrette; heck most of us can’t even keep track of the remote. But they will put this in a history book…When we are lain to rest I want my memory to go down as someone who knew right from wrong, who cared about the many innocent lives around me, I want everyone to see that maybe doing something different and straying from the beaten path isn’t always a bad thing if your heart is in the right place. Yes, Devon Morgan killed many, yes two towns were leveled in the matter of a one month’s time span but you know what? That destruction brought two towns together, Devon Morgan’s treachery was ended and eight hundred plus people now know whatever happened to their family. And I think that goes to show that something good can sometimes come of something bad, if the Parker family can redeem themselves I think that each and every one of you can do something great, or at least be someone who shows understanding, and individuality. Do your best, keep your chin held high, be who you want and know that there is always good in everything.” I finish my speech that I literally just came up with on the spot, without another word I walk off the other side of the stage only stopping long enough to be thanked by the Mayor and his officials before walking over to the door to Barrette’s tour bus.

I stand on the first step and watch Barrette lean into the microphone; he really doesn’t have much more to add to what I just said. “I think that Bonnie really summed that up for everyone. All I can really add to that is an apology to everyone we scared the daylights out of on the first leg of this journey. We really weren’t going to hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it. God Bless ya’ll.” Barrette says then he to exits the stage, he takes the time to at least talk to the state officials before walking towards the bus. I didn’t want to be here and give some lame speech to begin with so I didn’t care to talk to the state officials either.

“Get seated you two, Devon is going down in three hours and-

“Were four hours away? I know, that’s why were taking my car.” I interrupt Marcus who throws his hands up in exasperation. “Why is it every time I start talking you interrupt me?” Marcus shouts as Barrette and I grab our jackets and head back for the door. “Because, your only telling me something I already know. It’s my life story, I’m usually fashionably late for everything.” I reply as I head out the door behind Barrette.

“Hey, Bonnie!” I hear from Barrette when I turn around to see he’s gone, looking left out to the street I see Barrette sitting proudly on his Motorcycle, a very sexy looking Harley that is pitch black and chromed out and waxed to a brilliant shine.

With a deep rooted smile I head towards the motorcycle and climb on, right away to Atlanta patrolmen start yelling about helmets but both Barrette and I start laughing as he zips out onto the road.

I can’t even put into words how amazing it is to be on the back of a motorcycle, or just riding in general, there’s more of a thrill riding a motorcycle than there is driving any car. Maybe it’s the wind blowing wild through your hair, or perhaps the fact that one wrong move means it’s game over, there’s also the fact you can feel the engine moving beneath you. There is a deeper attachment between man and machine when you’re on a motorcycle.

Looking around me I realize I’m very much at peace, entirely, there is no longer anything weighing heavy on my shoulders. As Nikki Sixx so boldly says In life, when baggage get’s to heavy, you have to put it down. He’s right, so was my grandfather, if I kept carrying that baggage around I wasn’t going to get anywhere fast. Barrette looks over his shoulder and makes a funny yet inappropriate face at me and I can’t help but laugh, a genuine true hearted laugh. Barrette’s eyes light up when he hears the sound he to smiles just as he throttle the bike causing my laughter to double when he forces me to lean in and hang tighter to him.

To mine and Barrette’s dismay the happy moment was just that, a moment, now we are here at the prison and I am about to free the last of my burdens when Devon Morgan is put to death.

“Agent Parker, Mr. Green. Please have a seat.” Rodney says the moment we are let into the small three rooms building that is unattached to the prison. Inside the room in the front row is Devon’s mother, his older sister, and several other family members I haven’t seen in years. They all look up when Barrette and I enter the room, his sister stands up and is about to start screaming at me when her mother yanks her back into her seat and whispers something in her ear that keeps the bottle blonde in her seat, looking at her I realize that she’s the same woman that recorded me shouting no one mess with Bonnie and Clyde.

“Barrette.” I whisper to him. “Yeah I know.” He replies equally as unnerved as I am. “All rise; we will now speak a prayer.” Someone’s voice comes through over the intercom in the room, everyone standing in here rises and I take a deep breath mentally thinking that there is no prayer big enough to save Devon from the sins he has committed. Does it make me