Seabass’ Diary…Day 92…Trouble…

July 29, 2016-I turned around and saw that Hannah was still following us. The tall, thin woman and Edgardo had returned to their car and were trying to start it…soon they became just a speck in the distance. We all huddled close to Grandpa as we continued at top speed on the main road.

“We need to get to a police station!” Grandpa said, “As soon as I tell them what happened, they’ll help us!” I hoped that his statement was true but I couldn’t help but wonder if showing up in a stolen vehicle would have any bearing on the outcome of our fate. It was a crime of necessity-rare but true in this case. The sound of sirens gaining on us split through my ears…this could be our lucky break.

I had a strange feeling about this, I knew that we should pull over but something told me to keep going. Grandpa pulled the truck to a stop at the side of the road and jumped out of the truck-he went to tell the policeman everything that had happened. As he walked toward the cruiser the knot in my stomach pulled tighter and I hoped my eyes were deceiving me…the officer looked a lot like Henri. I watched as Grandpa stopped dead in his tracks; he must’ve thought the same thing because he turned on his heels and ran to the truck in a full out sprint.

Henri followed suit; he tried to tackle Grandpa but missed by a hair. Grandpa just made it back to the truck with Henri hot on his heels, just as he reached for the door, Henri made contact. Grandpa fell to the ground with a tremendous THUMP and the dust flew. I watched in horror as their bodies twisted in a thundering heap and I knew that I needed to take action.

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Seabass’Diary…Day 91…Breakaway…

July 28, 2016-My guts churned as I realized that we were on a crash course with the black car. I looked behind us and Hannah was in another car  and she was gaining on us-we were about to be sandwiched between the two. The black car was parked horizontally and blocked the end of the lane way; there was no where to go but straight through it! Grandpa opened the sliding rear window of the pick up truck, “Get in the cab!” he yelled and one by one we climbed into the front of the truck.

There was just enough room for all of us. Grandpa slid the back window shut and stepped on the gas, “Everybody HANG ON!” He stepped down on the gas and the truck reached top speed; I could see that the tall, thin human and Edgardo were standing in front of the car and that they were holding a gun.Shots rang out and I could hear the bullets hit the metal bumper and the side of the truck and we all ducked-Grandpa veered to the left and we made contact with the front of the black getaway car.

We hit the car with so much force that it shifted from it’s position and we made it through the barrier! Smoke was pouring from the truck engine so badly that we could barely see out the windshield. Grandpa rolled down his window and stuck his head out of the driver’s side door to gain visibility. We made it to the main road continued down it at a harrowing pace. He looked behind us and there was Hannah, still hot on our trail. “Dammit,” he said, “I knew the second I met her that she couldn’t be trusted-she’s working for the bad guys!”At that moment it all made sense…or did it?

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 90…Grand Theft Auto…

July 27, 2016-Grandpa shook his head, “I don’t understand? What do you mean?” Hannah looked at him and whispered, “She was just here…and she’ll be back within the hour.” The colour drained from grandpa’s face and he stood still for a beat before he sprang into action. “We need to get the animals out of here NOW!” he said. Something deep inside of me said that we should not trust Hannah, it was a nagging feeling that wouldn’t stop.

Grandpa started to corral the animals and help them into the back of the truck and within minutes we finally loaded in. “I’ll take you to a safe place in town, it won’t take long to get there,” Hannah said. “I just need to get something from inside of the house,” she said. I caught the slightest look of anxiety as it flashed across on her face-she was lying. Grandpa looked uneasy but agreed,”Please hurry-we don’t have much time.” Hannah ran towards the abandoned farm house and grandpa slid into the driver’s seat of the truck-there were no keys in the ignition. As Hannah disappeared from view, grandpa slid the panel off of the steering column. He grabbed two wires, stripped them and twisted them together and the truck roared to life.

He put his foot on the gas and the truck burst out of the barn. We flew down the bumpy, gravel driveway at top speed and I looked behind me to see Hannah in the distance, waving her arms and running after us. The truck twisted around every corner and dust filled the air-we were almost to the road. At the end of the lane way I saw it…the same black car that had been used as the getaway car in the diamond heist.

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