_I wonder if my tires are up to this_, he thought. _How much gas do I have? What was that rattle I heard the other day? Oh God! He's coming!_ Out of the driver's side mirror, Paul could see the trooper walking up to his door. The flashlight swinging on his belt. His right hand resting on his sidearm. _Gotta go! I can't let him see!_ Paul's mind raced. Back to the mirror. The cruiser was parked at that defensive angle on the shoulder behind his Cadillac. _Dammit._ Paul jammed the shifter into Drive and slammed the gas pedal to the ground, leaving a cloud of smoke and dirt lingering behind him. _Dammit._ The cop was hustling back to his car, now distant in his rear-view. _Watch for the choppers._ Paul's mind screamed _Watch for the choppers. Carpool lane. How far to the state line?_ _I can't let them find it. Gotta get rid of this car. Maybe the lake....yeah...I'll try to make the lake._" The El Dorado weaved traffic at terrible speed, rocking the body in the trunk back and forth. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29999