As she sped down the dark, barely lit highway she thought of the look on his face. Sheer terror, mixed with a tinge of amusement only a true thespian could have managed. After all, who else could maintain composure when being shown their insides, out?

She had just turned 28, and was now running away, not knowing what direction she was going. The roar of the Mustang’s engine only barely audible above the roar of the adrenalin-rich blood pounding in her ears.

She was “Leaving Las Vegas” the thought vaguely amusing to her, and had put her trust in the old adage that what happens there, stays there. She wasn’t so sure though. Had there been witnesses? Would his men seek revenge. No, they were most definitely alone, and his men would be lost without him. No, she was truly free. For the first time in her life, it was her decision where she went, with whom she kept company, and how she earned money.

From this day forward, she was no longer a flesh-and-blood machine of destruction.