The Trifecta Challenge is to write anything, in whichever form, that is between 33 and 333 words based upon a word and definition given. This week’s word is “alley.” My personal challenge is to weave the entries into an actual story. Word count verified by Written? Kitten!
It didn’t take as long to explain the situation this time, thanks to the intervention of the detectives who had had dealt with the first incident, but by the time they had Dean was ready to get out of the building. The FBI’s branch office would be sending an agent to their house to get them moved out of the city and he knew it would take Sahara hours to pack.
He hoped she hadn’t gotten too attached to the things she’d bought while they lived in Chicago, because she’d be leaving most of them behind like she had when they had left New Jersey. His boss had already warned him that the next place they were being sent was something of a punishment but he wasn’t about to tell Sahara this.
They walked down the back stairs of the police building and into the alley just in case anyone was following them. This was also on his boss’ orders, though Dean doubted this was the case just yet.
With a sigh, he flagged down a taxi to take them back to where he’d had to leave their car when the police stuffed them into the patrol car and taken them to the station. Sahara was being strangely quiet since they’d left the station and he wondered if this was because she was thinking about the necessity of setting up and furnishing a third home or because she was going to shout at him when they got to their second.
On the way, they passed a row of newspaper boxes and his eyes were automatically drawn to their bright colors. He scanned the covers of the papers, just in case, and sat back with relief when their faces weren’t on any of them. Chicago’s papers were shipped all over the United States, which was perfect if anyone was looking for them.
He wondered how much more trouble he would have been in if he’d just grabbed the guy’s phone and smashed it.