Highwaymen Page #3

Insurance. He worked out of

a little bungalow in Oakland.

Mostly automobile coverage.

Dealing with smash-ups all day.

Could be where he picked up a taste for it.

Definitely where he learned

how to get away with it.

It happened to you, too.

A car did that.

When you were a kid.

Who was driving,

your mom or your dad?

Dad.

Did he make it?

What about your mom?

I can't drive because of it.

Can't get over the fear.

I'll screw up

and make another little girl

an orphan.

We have a lot in common,

you and me.

I can't go out there again.

He disappears for three,

four months at time.

I'd have to start over again.

I can't do it.

He'd be across the country

now if it weren't for you.

He killed two of your friends.

Without so much as getting

a speeding ticket.

I know what he did.

Then help me.

I can't.

There's something

I can't do either.

I can't let you go.

Will?

I'm here.

There are only 25

Hemi Barracudas still registered.

One model, matching description.

Owner of record...

Cray Renford James. Did three years

for aggravated assault.

Guess what he used for a weapon.

His car.

Cray?

Are you there?

I was thinking of heading

out west after this one.

Try our luck on one

of the superslabs.

The I-10, maybe the 70.

Past all those Pizza Huts,

all those chain cities.

And all those girls.

You know...

she takes a pretty good picture,

our Molly.

I wonder if she's thinking of me

as much as I'm thinking of her.

You should let me finish her,

Cray.

You know I'm going to.

Sooner... later.

With you... without you.

You know what the headshrinkers

call this?

Exposure therapy.

I know.

When the body does something

it doesn't want to do...

It tightens up.

You lose feeling

in your hands, your legs.

You can't steer.

You can't shift.

Turn the key.

Is that him?

No. His headlights are

like his eyes.

Only one works.

His body is his car.

Stop his car, stop him.

All we have to do is hustle

the slug right out of his shell.

What?

I'm not sure.

Listen.

Do you have her? Is she with you?

Yeah, she's here.

He's coming.

Delta D-Code...

Sh*t! Goddamn!

Running!

Renford James Cray!

Kill the engine.

Listen carefully, because I only

have time to say this once.

The fellow you're after drives

a '72 Cadillac Eldorado.

He's got a two-minute head start.

Step out of my way,

I make that time up, no problem.

Turn it off.

Three-minute head start!

I said turn it off! The only way

I'll find out what's going on...

...is to keep one of you

off the road... Move!

...long enough to fill me in.

Cray, pick up.

Pick up.

I know you're there.

Is she still alive?

I'm not sure.

Just tell me.

Let me check.

No! Rennie! Help...

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