Julia Chance drove slowly down the block in her rental
car, anxiously looking from one side of the street to the
other, growing more and more uneasy as she went.
She was looking for the Hotel Luna. She was sure she'd
followed directions, but she couldn't imagine her mother
being in this neighborhood.
Old, run-down buildings crowded each other in this area of
Dallas. Minimarts, aglow with their bright interior
lights, battled with the dark bars that found residence on
at least every other street. Men loitered in dark alleys
between the buildings, prompting her to step on the gas
and keep moving.
There on the right, a couple hundred feet up, a small sign
drew her attention. Hotel L*na. Despite the sign's missing
letter, Julia knew that had to be it.
She drove up to the hotel and pulled to the curb, but
hesitated. The hotel looked anything but safe. Surely her
mother wouldn't —
From inside the Hotel Luna a man came running, startling
her. He was big, muscular, wearing a white knit shirt from
what she could see in the dim street-light. Maybe he was
running because he was in a hurry, or maybe he —
Just then, the passenger door was opened, cutting off her
thought, and the man she'd glimpsed earlier jumped into
her car.
"Step on it, lady!" he ordered with a growl. Julia's eyes
widened in surprise. Almost as a reflex, she
resisted. "I'll do no such thing! Get out of my car or
I'll call the police!"
She heard a sound similar to a loud pop right before her
windshield split. As it happened, the man beside her
grabbed Julia and yanked her down.
"What's going on? Who's shooting at you?"
"I accidentally interrupted a drug deal," the man growled.
It took a minute for her to put things together. By that
time, another bullet had hit her windshield. Then pain
from her right foot shot through her as the man did as
he'd asked her to do.
He stepped on the gas pedal, pushing it to the floor-
board, ignoring the fact that her foot was under his.
He also grabbed the wheel, rising up just enough to see
over the hood.
Julia felt like a coward, but she couldn't bring herself
to sit up and face any more bullets. Who was shooting? It
could be the police, for all she knew. Was the man in her
car the target? This guy could be a criminal escaping.
Well, he'd carjacked the wrong woman! She straightened and
tried to wrest the steering wheel from his grasp. "Take
your hands off. I'm the driver!"
To her surprise, he released the wheel. "Then drive. Get
on the freeway. The entrance is right here."
"What if I don't want to get on the freeway?"
"Then we'll both be killed! You don't have much choice."
The sound of a car behind them had her looking in the
rearview mirror, but she couldn't see much.
"They're after us!" Again he slammed his foot on hers to
increase their speed.
"I'm going to call the police if you don't get out right
now!"
"Do you have a phone? I seem to have lost mine. But call
the police! I'd be more than happy to see a black-and-
white."
"You would?" Julia asked, surprised by his answer. Surely
he must be a bad guy, she thought.
"Yeah, but hurry. They're closing in on us quickly."
"Who? Who is —"
She ended her questioning as bullets began to fly in their
direction again. This time, she raced for the freeway,
actually running a red light as she noted there was no
traffic coming. She'd never done such an outrageous thing
in her life!
They shot onto the freeway — and were immediately pulled
over by a police car. "Oh, dear! I don't know —"
"Let me handle it!" the carjacker/passenger snapped.
The officer knocked on the glass and waited for Julia to
lower the window.
Then he said, "You folks have an emergency, or do you just
ignore posted speed limits?"
"Yes, officer, we do have an emergency," the stranger
beside her said calmly. Even his body language spoke of
ease, but Julia was shaking.
"As you can see, we've run into trouble," he said,
gesturing to the bullet holes in the windshield.
"Where were you when this happened?" the officer asked,
studying the evidence.
"We were looking for the Hotel Luna on West-moreland," the
man said, causing Julia to look at him sharply. He was
going to the hotel, too? She eyed him up and down, taking
in his neatly trimmed brown hair, white shirt and pressed
slacks. Not exactly Hotel Luna clientele, she thought.
The cop shook his head. "Not a good neighborhood."
"We discovered that."
"Can you tell me who shot at you?"
The stranger shrugged. "Couldn't tell you. We must've just
been in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"All right. If you'll both come to my patrol car, I need
to take a report. Either of you hurt? Do you need an
ambulance?"
Both men looked at Julia, but she shook her head. "No,
we're both fine. Just a little shocked," the man answered.
"Then come with me." The cop opened Julia's door and
escorted her back to his patrol car. He put her in the
back seat while the man got in the front passenger seat.
First, the policeman used his radio to send some squad
cars to the Hotel Luna. Then he took a clipboard and asked
the man for his name.
Julia leaned forward, interested in that information
herself.
Instead of speaking out loud, the man reached into his
coat pocket and pulled out a business card.
"Thank you..." The cop read his name. "Mr. Rampling. And
is this your wife?"
"No! No, she's not."
Julia leaned forward and gave her name and home address in
Houston.
"So you're both from out of town? Where are you staying?"
Julia immediately supplied the name of the hotel where she
was staying, including the street address. She frowned
when Mr. Rampling just nodded. Was he staying there, too?
It was way too coincidental for her.
Before she could protest, the policeman went on to their
reason for being at the Hotel Luna. Again, she waited for
his answer, wondering if her surmise was correct.
"We were looking for our parents. They told us they would
be at that hotel, but they've led us on a wild-goose
chase," the man said, a sad expression on his face.
How did he know she was looking for her mother? And that
her mother was with a man — apparently this Mr. Rampling's
father? How was it that he had all the details she was
missing? She didn't know the identity of her mother's
partner, only his first name.
And why was the young Mr. Rampling searching for his
father?
At least, she thought, he wasn't a carjacker.
The cop made some further notations, then said, "Okay,
that about sums it up. If you'll call before you leave
town, we'll let you know if we've found anything."
Mr. Rampling extended his hand. "Thanks for your help."
"No problem." The officer turned to her. "Remember to
follow the speed limit, ma'am. You don't want to cause an
accident."
"Thank you," Julia added, feeling she should express her
appreciation, too.
"No problem, ma'am." He put on his hat and helped her out
to escort her back to her car.
Once behind the wheel, Julia closed her eyes and drew a
deep breath.
"You okay?"
She glared at him. "Yes, no thanks to you!"
"Hey, would you have preferred to stay down there and get
shot?" he demanded, irritated by her response.
"No, but —" "But nothing! I did what I had to do. Now,
let's get going."
"Going where?"
"To your hotel."
"My hotel?" She stared at him, confused and shocked at his
suggestion. Apparently young Mr. Rampling had lied to the
officer. He wasn't staying at the hotel, after all. But
now he expected her to be hospitable. "You can't be
serious! You jump in my car, get me shot at, pulled over
by a policeman, and you expect me to take you to my hotel?
I don't think so!"
"Look, lady, I just need to use a phone and have a safe
place to wait until I get some help. I don't think that's
asking too much."
"Well, I do!" When he didn't leave her car instantly, she
said, "I'd have to be pretty stupid to do as you've
suggested. You'd probably try to lure me into bed!"
"You have nothing to worry about there. You're not my
type!"
"What a relief! And that's supposed to make me feel safe?
Get out!"
"Take me to a phone before you throw me out. That's the
least you can do since I saved your life."
He had a point. Not one she liked, but she couldn't
disagree with him. Of course, he was the reason they'd
been shot at, but he had pulled her down and gotten them
out of that place.
And most important of all, he had information she needed.
Driving down the freeway, she tried to sound casual as she
asked, "Your father said he would be at the Hotel Luna?"
"Yeah."
"And you assumed that's why I was there, too?"
"Of course I did. Your mother is with my father. We both
know that, so there's no need to pretend any longer."
"I'm not pretending anything. I'm here to find my mother!"
"So I figured. Why else would you be down in that
neighborhood?"
Silence. "How did you get there?" she finally asked. "By
taxi. The driver promised to wait, but must've driven away
as soon as I was inside."
"That was rather naive of you, wasn't it?" she asked,
feeling superior.
"Not if you knew what I'd paid him." His voice sounded
grim.
"Where are you from?" she asked.
"I'm from Kansas City." After a pause, he asked,
"Does your mother usually hang out in dives?"
Julia snapped her head around to frown sternly at him. "Of
course not!"
"Well, it couldn't have been my father's idea. How did you
find out about the Hotel Luna?"
"She wrote me and...told me she was staying at the Hotel
Luna in Dallas."
"My father wrote me the same thing."
"So it could be your father who hangs out in dives."
"No way!"
She gave him a hard stare and almost drove off the road.
He grabbed the wheel. "Pay attention to your driving!"
"Sorry," she muttered. "Why are you so sure it wasn't your
father?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Were you worried about him meeting my mom?"
"No! I was worried about him shacking up with your mom."
"How dare you! My mother would not do such a thing!"
"Then what made you come after her?"
Julia didn't want to answer that question. Instead, she
pulled off at the next exit. As soon as she saw a gas
station with a phone booth on the corner, she pulled
in. "Get out. There's a phone booth. Make your calls and
stay away from me and my mother!"
"Gladly, as long as you and your mother stay away from my
father!"
She told herself she was relieved when he opened the door
and got out of her car. She didn't hesitate to drive away.
But she watched him in her rearview mirror all the way
back to the freeway.