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It's Carrie Heinlein Charlie's been going by since she went into hiding, trying to avoid Dick Roman catching up with her again. She's managed to find herself a new apartment, a new job, working in a small IT department.

It isn't the first time she's had to abandon her identity and change cities, but she's hoping it'll be the last.

The last few days, she's been house sitting for a coworker who is out of town on vacation. The house is big, and quiet, and, really, aside from collecting the mail, watering the plants, most of her time has been spent parked on the sofa, gaming on her laptop while the TV plays softly in the background.

She's only been half-heartedly following every media outlet's main story featuring the Fox River Eight. The idea of eight convicts, including one on death row, escaping from a maximum security prison is pretty terrifying, but Fox River isn't that close by, and she doubts anyone's going to have any interest in the small town she chose based purely on the fact that it appears to be entirely uninteresting.

A brief wail of a police siren outside, and flash of blue and red lights catches her attention as car slowly drives down the street. She makes the assumption that maybe someone just rolled through the stop sign at the corner without paying attention. She hasn't been paying attention to what's been going on outside the window, and even if she had been, she likely wouldn't have noticed that there's been more patrol cars than usual around, nor the unmarked vehicles on the hunt for someone.

She doesn't think much more of it and goes back to her game. She finishes off the quest she's working on, and closes the laptop lid before she gets up, stretching. It's late - just about bedtime, so she flicks off the lights, turns off the TV, and grabs the garbage from the kitchen to take outside. Under the back porch is a small storage space with a lattice gate where garbage gets stored to keep it out of the house, and away from raccoons. It's in this small, dark space, she comes face to face with a man she doesn't immediately recognize. Someone clearly not just lost, but hiding, and she jumps back with a startled cry.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!"

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Charlie Bradbury

May 2016

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