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"This was Darrell's brother?"
"Yes,LINK."
"So, he wasn't really your uncle?"
"I thought he was. Why are you asking so many questions, Pastor?"
"I'm trying to pass the time, Travis, and I'm trying to stay awake. Since I met you Monday morning, I have slept very little. I'm exhausted, and we have a long way to go."
"I don't like all these questions."
"Well, what exactly do you think you're about to hear in Texas? We show up, you claim to be the real murderer, and then you announce that you really don't like questions. Come on, Travis."
Several miles passed without a word,shox torch 2. Travis stared to his right, at nothing but the darkness, and lightly tapped his cane with his fingertips. He had shown no signs of severe headaches for at least an hour,moncler jackets men. Keith glanced at the speedometer and realized he was doing eighty, ten over, enough for a ticket anywhere in Kansas. He slowed down and, to keep his mind going, played out the scene in which a state trooper pulled him over, checked his ID, checked Boyette's, then called for backup. A fleeing felon. A wayward Lutheran minister aiding the fleeing felon. Blue lights all over the road. Handcuffs. A night in jail, maybe in the same cell with his friend, a man who wouldn't be the least bit bothered by another night behind bars. What would Keith tell his boys?
He began to nod again. There was a phone call he had to make, and there was no good time to make it. The call was guaranteed to engage his mind at such a level that sleep would be forgotten momentarily. He removed his cell phone from his pocket and speed-dialed Matthew Burns. It was almost 2:00 a.m. Evidently, Matthew was a sound sleeper. It took eight rings to rouse him.
"This better be good," he growled.
"Good morning, Matthew. Sleep well?"
"Fine, Father. Why the hell are you calling me?"
"Watch your language, son. Look, I'm on the road headed for Texas, traveling with a man named Travis Boyette, a nice gentleman who visited our church last Sunday. You may have seen him. Walks with a cane. Anyway, Travis here has a confession to make to the authorities in Texas, a small town called Slone, and we're dashing off to stop an execution."
Matthew's voice cleared quickly. "Have you lost your mind, Keith? You've got that guy in the car?"
"Oh yes, left Topeka about an hour ago. The reason I'm calling, Matt, is to ask for your help."
"I'll give you some help, Keith. Free advice. Turn that damned car around and get back here."
"Thanks, Matt, but look, in a few hours I'll need you to make a couple of phone calls to Slone, Texas."
"What does Dana say about this?"
"Fine, fine. I'll need you to call the police, the prosecutor, and maybe a defense lawyer. I'll be calling them too, Matt, but since you're a prosecutor, they might listen to you."
"Are you still in Kansas?"
"Yes, I-35."
"Don't cross the state line, Keith. Please."
"Well,fake uggs online store, that might make it rather difficult to get to Texas, don't you think?"
"Don't cross the state line!"
"Get some sleep. I'll call you back around six, and we'll start working the phones, okay?"
Keith closed his phone, punched voice mail, and waited. Ten seconds later it buzzed. Matthew was calling back.