Disclaimer: "Who's more foolish? The fool, or the fool who follows him?" - Obi Wan Kenobi

The Great Escape - Chapter 4
(c)1999-2001 KSH

Jonathan grabbed the folder still in Neal's hand and stuffed it and the two he was holding into his shirt. "Hide in the tree!" he whispered.

No sooner than they were both in the tree, the balcony door opened. The gun came out first, followed a moment later by the hitman himself. Jon and Neal both held their breath. He looked around for a minute or so, which seemed like forever. Finally he turned and went back inside, closing the door behind him.

"I guess they're already gone," they heard a voice inside say. "Now let's find this stuff and get outta here before anybody shows up."

Jon and Neal sighed in unison as Jon began climbing down the tree. He waited at the bottom for Neal to join him. Neal's foot missed the last branch coming down, and he started to fall. Then everything began to move quickly.

"Shit!" Neal yelled before he could stop himself.

"No kidding!" Jon replied, starting to run.

"Guido, somebody's out there!" another voice inside yelled.

Neal jumped up off the ground and started to run just as the balcony door opened. Two shots rang out, one passing between Jon and Neal, and the other going over Jon's head. They reached the Bronco in a time that would probably have been a new land speed record, and were driving away when Guido came out of the bushes behind them. He raised his gun, but apparently decided not to try shooting again.

Neal made several zig-zag turns while they caught their breath. Finally Jon turned to him and said "You've got to slow down. If we get into a car chase with the police in a Bronco, Ross will never let us live it down."

Neal grinned, but oblingingly slowed down.

"Neal, Leroy was your accountant, but he never did anything for the band, did he?" Jon asked, pulling the folders out of his shirt.

"No, as far as I know, you're the only one who's ever even met him. Why?"

"I just was wondering why there would be a folder labeled "Journey" in his locked desk drawer."

Neal slammed on the brakes just before he ran a red light and whirled to face Jon. "What?"

Jon held up one of the folders. "It says "Journey"."

"What's in it?"

"I have no idea," Jon answered. "We were interrupted before I had a chance to look."

"Well, look now!" Neal was starting to lose patience.

"It's too dark to read anything. We don't need to attract attention by riding around with the light on." Jon pointed out.

Neal sighed. "What do we do now?"

Jon checked his watch. "It's almost 1 a.m. I need to get home before Liz starts wondering where I am. And we need somewhere for you to hide tonight."

"I'll go find some cheap motel for tonight. The kind where they don't care who you are, as long as you pay cash. Then what?"

"We'll regroup in the morning."

They were almost at Jon's house now. "Let me out here and I'll walk the rest of the way," Jon told Neal.


"Because the cops have probably had time to identify your fingerprints at Leroy's office by now. We don't need for you to be seen around my house if they're looking for you."

Neal shook his head. "You've read too many books. But you're probably right."

Jon got out at the next corner, telling Neal to call him first thing in the morning, and walked home. Just as he opened the door, a lamp flicked on. Liz stared at him, arms crossed.

"Would you mind telling me what the hell is going on?"