held up a plane ticket.
Todd walked over to her car.
'Why are you doing this? You know what I've done?'
Elizabeth Santiago smiled, that same bemused expression she'd had when the cops had come to the job to question him.
'I'm just throwing a starfish back into the ocean.'
Todd got into the car. He sat in the passenger seat looking at her, bewildered and surprised.
'Zero Population?'
'Of course. And I've got another surprise for you.'
Chapter Twenty-Two
'How soon can I go to the airport? I'm kinda freakin' out just sittin' here.'
Todd whispered into the cell phone Elizabeth had given him, nervously looking around the room as if he expected a SWAT team to come crashing through the wall at any moment.
'Your flight doesn't leave until morning. You don't want to just hang around at the airport all night. That might not be safe.'
Todd sat on the bed in the dingy airport hotel rocking back and forth and sweating despite the air conditioning. His only comfort was that Elizabeth had booked the room in her name so there would be no trace. But he'd had to show his ID to claim the room and he wasn't sure there wasn't some way to use that to trace him though he figured they'd probably have to call around to every hotel in LA to do it.
He'd fought with the front desk clerk over leaving a credit card for incidentals and finally got the man to agree to use the credit card on file, the one in Elizabeth's name. The man had looked suspicious but didn't look like the type to call the cops. But neither did Todd look like the type to pull the fetus out of a woman with his bare hands and stomp it to death.
'I'm in Los Angeles now. No one is going to be looking for me at the airport here. But I feel like a sitting duck in this motel.'
'If anyone checks your flight info they'll see that you flew into LA. That would make the airport the last place you'd want to be. Sorry, Todd but you're going to have to sit tight. There are no other flights tonight anyway.'
Elizabeth hadn't had time to get him a fake I.D. so he'd had to use his real name to catch the plane, expecting to get ambushed by airport security or the FBI at every turn. He'd nearly feinted going through the security checkpoint.
Elizabeth was right. His name on the plane ticket left a neon trail for anyone with half a brain to follow.
'There has to be a flight somewhere? I'll go anywhere as long as it's out of the country.'
'Beggars can't be choosy, Todd. I'm not going to change your destination. Besides, there's a reason that you're going there. You've got more work to do.'
'I'm not doing any more abortions.' Todd could almost hear Elizabeth smile through the phone.
'Good night, Todd. Get some sleep. You've got a lot of traveling to do in the morning.'
She hung up the phone before Todd could reply. Todd considered calling her back before he put the phone down on the nightstand. He stared across the room remembering everything he'd done in the last two days, all the blood, the muffled screams and eyes filled with terror. There was no way he was going to get any sleep tonight.
Todd crawled under the covers fully dressed. He picked up the TV remote and switched on the TV that sat across the room in an entertainment center that looked like an old fashioned armoire. Todd stared at the Shopping Network for what seemed like hours. His mind wasn't registering a thing on the screen. He kept thinking about Stephanie…and Cathy.
The big woman would probably be sitting by Stephanie's bedside comforting her and telling her all about how she was going to make Todd suffer for what he'd done. Stephanie may not have died but she wouldn't exactly be up and walking around either, not after the beating her belly had taken. He only hoped that Cathy would be too worried about Stephanie to leave her bedside. Todd wasn't worried about the police or the FBI. All they could do was arrest him. He didn't want to think about the things Cathy could do to him. He had to get out of here.
Todd had already spent five hours on a plane. Another eight hours waiting around for his next flight would give Cathy a lot of time to track him down. She'd know that he was running and he didn't think she'd be so emotionally distraught over Stephanie that she would let his trail get cold. She'd be right on his ass.
If he didn't get the hell out of there soon he'd be looking down the barrel of Cathy's nine before he could make his connection.
I should have killed her before I left.
Todd looked out the window. It was still dark. He looked back at the TV screen where a B-list celebrity whose name he couldn't remember was trying to sell Teflon cookware endorsed by an A-list chef whose name Todd had never heard of. It seemed like morning would never arrive.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Todd didn't know when he'd fallen asleep but he'd almost overslept. He called down to the front desk and asked for a taxi to the airport. Fifteen minutes later he was sitting in the back of a yellow cab pulling into the airport looking for departing flights.
'I need the international terminals.'
'No problem.'
They pulled to a halt in front of the airport and Todd slipped the cabdriver a twenty and then sprinted into the airport.
He went to one of the electronic kiosks to print his ticket and then went directly to the security checkpoint. His plane had already started boarding and was scheduled to depart in twenty minutes. If he didn't get there soon he'd miss his flight.
The line was short which meant that the security guards had time to actually do their jobs. A couple of homeland security officers were checking IDs at the front of the line before sending passengers through the metal detectors.
Great. Just what I needed. Todd thought.
Todd checked and then double checked himself for metal objects. He didn't have so much as a set of keys or some loose change. He was still wearing the old man's pants with a pair of flip-flops and a t-shirt he'd bought at the hotel.
He had no baggage and he wondered if that would look suspicious. Who left the country without bags?
Maybe I should buy a suitcase? He thought. But there was no time.
He scanned the crowd looking for anyone who looked out of place, anyone who might be giving him too much scrutiny. Everyone looked normal. Just the normal tourists and business men. He was the only one who looked the least bit odd.
He saw a tall woman with a blonde crew-cut and broad shoulders. His heart beat raced.
Oh shit. Is that Cathy?
He squinted across the crowded airport trying to get a good look at the woman but she was too far away. The woman ducked into the women's bathroom before Todd could get a better look at her. Todd began to perspire again. He started hyperventilating. His vision narrowed until it felt like he was looking at everything through a keyhole. His hearing became muffled like he was underwater. He felt sick and he looked guilty as hell. Todd knew that he had to pull it together. The line was moving quickly and pretty soon he'd be face to face with the security officer. He was almost up to the front of the line.
They're going to think I'm smuggling drugs.
Todd imagined himself being pulled out of line and submitted to a cavity check by brutal men with rubber