It wasn’t until we were back on the road that John discovered that they had filled up our gas tank as well. Mom suggested that after we reached Maine, they should send him some money; John agreed.
They had parked our car right outside the front entrance to the service station so when we were ready to leave I went right out the door, opened the back car door, and dove in.
As we pulled away, we were driving down the same road that lead back to Library Park. I saw those four teens come running around the front of the building near the bike rack. It was clear they were still looking for me. Then I saw that the red-head had hold of Kyle who was now missing his green and white striped shirt. He had Kyle’s arm bent back in a chicken wing hold.
