Escape partner

Part 6 of this Annex Pedro Miguel returned to the present after recalling the tragic moments of a recent past. He left Fortaleza six months ago and arrived in Campinas in search of work to start his life again and be a normal person among so many others. However, he lived daily with the feeling of having police in his wake, due to the murder committed against his stepfather. His situation was similar to that of a clandestine in a foreign country; prudence advised to stay away from the police and problems. The man reported being interviewed by a customer via telephone. He was the owner of a blue Kawasaki left for repair in the shop. According to the customer, he was sought by the police and accused of involvement in an accident on the northern highway. He replied to the police that it must be a mistake, because his motorcycle had been in a mechanical workshop for two days. <unk> Two investigators are going there with him to examine the motorcycle. <unk> I'm going too <unk> said the boss. I'm sorry, Nilo, but the bike isn't in the shop... and neither am I. Are you kidding me? Jessie came out of the bathroom with water running down her body. She finished wrapping the towel at breast height in front of the boy. She was apprehensive about the development of the conversation. Pedro Miguel was trying to explain to his boss: I went out just to take a walk and see if the machine was legal, but... She pointed to herself with the index finger and waved her finger in a sign of no as she whispered: Don't talk about me or the accident. "Answer your moleque, where are you?" "Who gave you permission to go out on a motorcycle?" "You have no skill, you retard". That's what gives people confidence in mollusks. I could go to jail for it. I'll be right over there on that bike. I'm going, you Nile. The young man hung up and recounted the entire conversation he had with the shop owner. I'll take the bike there before the police arrive, or it'll be worse. Getting arrested will be the least of your problems if those guys get their hands on you. Look how they left me. <unk> I'm not understanding anything. <unk> Who are you talking about? <unk> I'm talking about dangerous and powerful people, without the slightest concern in following the law <unk> spoke Jessie preparing the ground to explain that he entered for free in a big robbery. But I don't even know them and they don't know me. I'm sorry, Peter, there are some big, ruthless people who want my head, and now they're after you too, they know about the motorcycle. What kind of money are you talking about? <unk> Believe me, the first thing to do is to leave this town immediately to stay alive, and I don't have the slightest doubt about that. <unk> Then I promise to tell you everything from the beginning <unk> concluded the girl. <unk> Are you crazy, girl? <unk> Who are you, anyway? <unk> And what else do I need to know before I decide if I'm in this or if I just beat you up? <unk> Unfortunately, Peter, you are already up to your neck in this sinister stop and risking your life if you stay in the city. Believe me, please, it is serious. Leave to fight with me when we are safe far away from here. For now I can only say that your company is very welcome, because I need your help. The boy made a face of regret as he thought, "I knew I shouldn't have come back, now I've hurt myself for good". His situation was already that of a fugitive, made worse only by helping a girl in danger. He ended up getting into a strange plot and couldn't even visualize how dangerous it was. "I'll just get what I need, then we'll go", Jessie said. Then she began to take off clothes from drawers and hangers and laid them on the bed. <unk> My clothes are in the workshop, that's where I work and live for free. I also don't have money for such a stop. <unk> he said and showed the change in his pocket. "I've got some money, can we turn around for a while?" said the girl. He took two men's rock band T-shirts out of a drawer and handed them to the boy. These go on you, they get flaky on me, I use them to sleep. The young man wore the black AC/DC T-shirt, it was a reference to the song "Highway to hell". His new companion looked at him, twisted her nose with a doubtful expression, and said: Wouldn't the Ramones be better? "I prefer this one, it's all about the moment", he replied grimly. Jeasie finished packing two backpacks with clothing and other items. Let's go to the bus station now, we'll do some shopping when we're far away from the city. I have to deliver the bike first. You can't go back there, leave the mess in a parking lot, and after we're safe and far enough away, you call your boss and tell him where you left it. ♪ ♪ Earlier that same day in a hospital The driver of the truck involved in the accident was in a hospital bed, had just undergone surgery on his broken leg. He was visited by two men in plainclothes, introduced themselves as police officers and asked for a statement about the details of the accident. The patient began to tell from the beginning, however, the men's interest was in a specific person, and only expressed interest when the driver referred to her, the girl from the hotel: "... I grabbed the trunk in the passenger seat, my left leg got caught under the steering wheel, I was trying to reach the mobile phone that had fallen on the floor of the bowling alley. I heard a brake and I went up slowly to ask for help, but it took me a long time because of the pain. When I got to look out the window I saw a blue motorcycle starting and singing tires with two people on it. The rider was a young woman with little clothes and injuries all over her body. The driver was wearing a helmet and looked like a boy". Did you get to see the sign? Yes, but only because I thought it was funny. And what was the reason for the grace? <unk> It was my youngest daughter's last name and her year of birth: Bia 2008. The men appreciated the cooperation and quickly left. Let me tell you about the explosion and the screams coming from inside the car. The men didn't even look back. ♪ ♪ Pedro Miguel dropped Jessie off at the bus station in Campinas, then left the motorcycle in a parking lot outside the terminal. They agreed to meet at the ticket counters in twenty minutes. She took advantage of the lonely moment and went to the wardrobe area and retrieved a backpack full of her money from a rented locker. The pimp did not intend to return to Campinas anytime soon. Nor did she intend to let her new companion know how much she owned in cash. The young man was still under her scrutiny. When he came back, he said that he had solved everything: he had left his motorcycle two blocks away and had already called his boss with the address. We agreed to call only when we were far away. I couldn't let your Nile get in trouble any longer because of me, you were the only one who helped me when I needed it. <unk> A few more hours wouldn't make a difference, we're dealing with powerful people and we can't keep making it easy for the guys <unk> said the girl trying to contain her anger and not be too hard on her savior. I'm not as smart as you think, I called his house and left a message on his answering machine, he won't know until he gets back from the store... or the police station. "Sorry, I didn't mean that". "Let's take the first bus that leaves, because I have a feeling they've deduced that we've come to the bus station", she said. Jessie bought two tickets to Uberlandia-MG, they boarded and the bus left right after. Their pursuers gained access to the recorded footage from the bus station counter and also to the boarding lists two hours after the collective left taking the couple. The highway police intercepted and detained the bus in the Ribeirão Preto region. With photos of the wanted on their cell phones <unk> photos taken from the cameras of the Campinas terminal <unk>, the men began to search the interior of the vehicle. Two young men with the characteristics of the wanted occupied the last seats. The lawmen drew their weapons when they noticed the suspicious attitude of both: the boy in dark jacket and hat, the sweatshirt girl with hood and dark glasses, despite the night. They tried to hide their faces. The police ordered them to rise slowly with their hands up. Still at gunpoint they obeyed orders to remove hood, glasses and hat. The girl did not restrain her tears, saw her escape plan go down the drain, however, they were not the wanted, they were a couple of teenagers running away from their parents to be together. She had oriental features, the young man had Latin appearance. Her parents were irreducible about this union. After the officer in charge made sure that the wanted were not in the collective, he was informed by the driver that a couple got off in Limeira. Shortly after disembarking in Limeira, Jessie and Pedro Miguel took a taxi to Piracicaba, where she rented another car and headed to the city of São Paulo. The young couple's first night in São Paulo. The girl knew the city well, she decided on a temporary accommodation in a simple motel on the outskirts of the northern zone, because no one would locate them in such establishments. She came out of the shower in a short, light, knitted sweater, looking exhausted, saying she was in pain and needed to get some sleep, and the single room only had a double bed. "I sleep on the floor", said the boy. She insisted on sleeping with him. <unk> I imagine that just like me, you just want to sleep and rest your body after that punk day. <unk> I just ask you not to bump into me, because besides being hurt, I'm all hurt. He took a long time to fall asleep, the thoughts flowed a million in his head and he still had that seductive body that smelled so pleasant inches from him and stirred with his libido. Accident Muffled The businessman, through his contacts, did not let the subject of the crashed car be disclosed in full, it entered the statistics as another accident on Brazilian roads. The completely charred bodies were not identified, nor the owner of the car. The remains of the latrine were thrown into the bottom of a dam and the bodies buried as indigent. They had no clue as to the whereabouts of the hit girl or the biker, the only certainty was that they couldn't stay alive much longer. Keep going.