Cry Wolf

Laurel pushed herself away from the side of the Corvette as Sava

Oh, Sava

"Let's get the hell out of here," Sava

Laurel barely had time to get in the car before the 'Vette was revved and rolling. They hit Dumas, and Sava

"Where are we going?" Laurel asked as casually as she could, considering she had to shout to be heard above the roar of the wind and the engine.

"Frenchie's," Sava

Laurel buckled her seat belt and held on, not bothering to comment on the fact that it didn't look as though they'd be having rhubarb pie for supper, and trying her damnedest not to think about Jack Boudreaux.