Write about: the chase.
A refresher before reading mine, for those that need it. Because it's, ah... been a while since last we heard from these three.
Day started out sunny, then we got hit with a windstorm and snow, then it went back to being nice again in the afternoon. If the forecast is to be believed, then temperatures have just dipped below zero outside and won't be going back into the positives for the rest of the week.
I suppose that's all right, what with it being December and all.
"They're shooting at us!"
"Drive! Just keep dri- aaaaahhhhh!"
"Eyes on the road! I'm fine. I think."
"You've been shot, Crystal."
"No kidding, Tammy. Now hit the floor unless you want to join the club."
"Are you okay? Should I pull over?"
"Are you kidding me? If you take your foot off that gas pedal I'll shoot you myself."
That was the last thing any of us said for the next ten or fifteen minutes. I kept the van pointed south while Tammy scanned the maps for alternative routes. Crystal, slumped down in the passenger seat with her left hand pressed against her right shoulder and breathing in pained gasps, kept her eyes on her rear view mirror. I kept waiting for her to announce that the cops were gaining on us but she never did.
"We need to get her to a doctor," I said when I couldn't take the silence any longer.
"Pretty sure I told you I don't want to go to jail," Crystal said, but her words lacked her usual fierceness.
"She's lost a lot of blood," Tammy pointed out. She was still flat on her stomach in the back, her nose in a map of Southern California. I passed a pickup truck and had to swerve hard to get back into our lane to avoid a head-on. She wore softly as she slid to her left.
"What's our best option to find somebody to help her?"
"Would you two stop talking about me like I'm not here? I'm not dead yet, you kn-- ahhh... damn it."
"Relax, Crystal," I said as I maneuvered us around a red sedan. "Tammy?"
"Take the turn for Visalia. Should be coming up in about ten minutes if you keep this up." She paused to mutter something under her breath. Pretty sure it was something along the lines of I hope you don't. "It's big enough that we should be able to find a clinic, get Crystal's shoulder patched up, and be on the road again before anybody notices."
"Okay," I said, relieved to have a plan again.
"I'll stay with her, keep the doc honest," Tammy continued slowly, as though she were still figuring things out. "It'll take some time, easily enough for you to go and find us another ride."
"What?" I said, my relief washed away by a flood of panic.
"We can't keep the van," Tammy pointed out. "We gotta switch to something else. Get to Bakersfield, ditch whatever you get us in Visalia and do it again. Get to L.A. and pull the trick one last time before we head for the border."
"What?" I said again. "I don't know how to steal a car! If I somehow managed to pick the lock I'd probably electrocute myself trying to hotwire it!"
"Well then," Crystal said just before she finally blacked out, "I guess you'll have to carjack some poor sucker."