Continued from April 23, 2018
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The sun was bright in Jeff’s eyes as he slid down the small set of stairs landing on the pavement below. He lost his grip on the bronze statue and watched it roll across the alley. The sounds of the city were loud compared to the relative silence just inside the theater.
Jeff scrambled to his feet, darting over to the statue, before he ran down the alley towards a busy street. He made it only two buildings over before he heard the theater door slam open behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see three men running after him.
Arriving at the street, he spied a cab sitting in a taxi stand and bolted for it. He made it to the cab, getting in just as the men came around the corner.
“Drive! Please Drive!” Jeff panicked as the cab driver turned around to talk with him.
“What’s going-” the cab driver began when a gun shot cut him off.
The driver, spurred on by the gun shot, threw the car into drive and hit the gas, nearly colliding with a car that slammed on its brakes to avoid the accident. They sped down the main street as Jeff breathed heavy in the backseat and the cab driver sped along shaking.
“Wh- Where am I taking you, S-Sir?” The driver asked.
Jeff realized he didn’t have money on him, he didn’t actually care as long as he didn’t go home, to the office, or the police. He needed to find a way to contact the man who had broken into his house the night before.
“Here’s fine,” Jeff replied.
The cab pulled up to the curb and Jeff got out. He turned to apologize to the driver for not having money, but he sped away before he could say anything. He watched as the cab disappeared around a corner.
He looked over the statue to make sure it was okay.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” He muttered, more to himself than to the statue. It warmed in response. “So you really are in there. What are we going to do?”
The thought occurred to him that he probably shouldn’t be standing on the street with those men undoubtedly looking for him so he walked through a parking lot to sit behind a large apartment building that overlooked the bay.
Jonathan M. Leighton, Jr. 
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