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1.45 PM

Didi racked her brain to find something to say to stop the man, stop him before he drove his car out of the parking lot. Hope was a caged bird, and it was caged outside the NorthPark Mall. Once they were out of the lot and on Dallas streets or on the open road, the little bird called hope would flee this man’s car. Didi had to try something now, while there was still a chance. Her mouth was dry and her heart was beating fast as she took a deep breath.

‘Listen,’ Didi said. ‘We’re not rich people, but –’ She wanted to cry but wouldn’t let herself. ‘Call my husband. I’m sure he’ll give you money –’

His soft laugh interrupted her.

So he was listening. Her words were getting through. Heartened, Didi went on.

‘I just want to say, I mean, if you –’ She choked up. ‘If you let me out now, I’ll walk back to my car and I’ll never mention this to anybody. We’ll never see each other again, but, please, couldn’t you just…just let me go?’ Didi’s legs felt clammy. Trying to ease the tension, she rubbed the Belly.

‘Tell me, won’t you be sad for us to part and never see each other again?’ he asked.

What is he talking about? thought Didi. It doesn’t make sense. Maybe he’s made a mistake. Maybe he’s mistaken me for someone else. He acts as if he knows me. A crazy mistake but a mistake. He must think I’m someone who lives in Starwood or in Highland Park. I’m not, I’m not, she wanted to say.

‘I’m sorry, do you know who I am?’

‘Yes,’ the man said. ‘Fate has brought you to me.’

Didi felt sick.

Shaking her head, Didi said tearfully, ‘What does fate have to do with it?’

‘Why, everything,’ he said.

‘But my husband is waiting for me,’ Didi said. ‘If I don’t come soon, he’s going to get very worried. I know he’ll call the police –’

‘We’ll be far away then, ma’am,’ he said.

Didi’s heart expanded. It felt as if it were going to explode out of her chest. She put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from making a wailing sound.

So he seemed to have plans for them. He was moving along, traveling somewhere, and she was hurtling with him. By the time Rich was aware she was missing, they’d be far away. Sweet Jesus, what did that mean?

‘He’ll get worried right away. I’m never late,’ Didi said. ‘And if I am, I always call.’

‘You’re not near a phone,’ he said.

Didi almost mentioned her cell phone, but stopped herself. So the man hadn’t seen her call Rich at the Warner Bros store. She didn’t want to alert him. Rich would definitely call her. Maybe there was a way to trace the cell phone to where she was. Maybe the phone had some kind of a Didi-homing device. The police could call the number and locate Didi. She kept quiet for a moment while sadness swept through her unsettled stomach.

‘I just want to say,’ she tried again, ‘if it’s money you want, I’m sure we can come up with something –’

He laughed softly again.

‘Or,’ Didi tried, encouraged by his smiling. ‘You could let me out.’ She looked at him with hope. ‘There’s no harm done –’

‘There is already.’

‘No, not really,’ she said quickly, wanting to wipe her mouth. ‘I think you’ve made a mistake. You must think I’m rich, but I’m not really –’

‘I don’t think that, ma’am,’ he said.

She pressed on, ‘But if you continue, then you know, this will be a…a…’ She couldn’t get the awful word out.

‘Kidnapping?’

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘All you have to do is let me out right here. Please,’ she added. ‘Stop and think, think. Don’t you know that kidnapping is a capital crime? In Texas, I think you get life for it.’

‘They’d have to catch me first,’ the man said.

‘But they always catch the –’ Didi wanted to say the bad guy.

‘Not always,’ he said. ‘Let them try to find us.’

Didi stared at him, wanting to argue. Not catch the bad guy? That wasn’t possible. They always caught the bad guy.

Didn’t they?

‘What you’re doing,’ she said, ‘It’s –’

‘Yes, I know,’ he interrupted, smiling coolly. ‘I’d better take care not to get caught then, hadn’t I?’

Didi stopped looking at his upturned nose and faced the road. Her mind was frenzied. She tried to make her body outwardly still, but her legs from the knees down were uncontrollable.

Didi saw he was headed toward US 75.

As if reading her mind, the man said, ‘Hang on, baby. There is no looking back. Nice try, though. But we’re in it for the long haul. For the whole haul,’ he said in his nasal drawl.

Didi put her arms around herself and stared ahead. Fear was invading her lungs from the malodorous car every time she inhaled. They made a right onto the expressway service road, and in a few seconds were on Central Expressway at seventy miles an hour, heading in the direction of downtown Dallas.

‘Please,’ she whispered.

‘I’m not even going to speed,’ the man said. ‘I’m going to take it nice and easy.’

He was a man of his word, though Didi didn’t think he’d meant to go quite this slowly. They were stuck in traffic. What had been a three-lane highway was now a single lane. The diamond orange signs warned of no quick resolutions to the traffic jam.

SLOW MEN WORKING

Didi’s cool driver turned red in the face. His hands became jittery. He was past one exit, some indeterminate distance away from the next, and trapped with cars all around him. Pulling the cars in the left lane to the right, the orange cones were lined up alongside his station wagon. Up ahead, the yellow arrow blinked insistently. Move over there, the arrow seemed to say. Now.

The man turned on the radio and began humming to country music. Didi was about to try to engage him in some superficial conversation when suddenly her senses returned to life.

She thought there might be a way out of his car.

They were in the right lane. Next to her side of the car a low concrete divider ran as far as her eyes could take her. The car was stopped. Zero miles per hour. He was drumming his fingers on the wheel and singing softly along to the radio.

At zero miles an hour Didi could easily open the door and get out. However, the station wagon seemed so perilously close to the divider that Didi feared the door might not open. She was alive right now. What if she pulled a stunt like that and he killed her?

She placed her hands on her belly and then on her heart. It was beating too fast. He won’t kill me, Didi thought. I have to believe that. He seems…almost decent.