Welcome to Litsy!

Two young kids on the run from the cops... The Mob... Hit-men... Everybody... Only one will survive... He picked up the phone and tried the cell phone again. It rang on and on, a dozen times. He was just about to hang up when he heard the click of an answer. No hello, no anything: Just an open line. "Rich... That you, Rich?" David asked. Nothing, then "David? ... David Cross... Don't hang up, David, just listen to me. Don't..." David clicked off the phone, looked at it as if it had betrayed him, pushed a button for the window and tossed the phone out onto the highway. He watched in the mirror: Just an explosion of parts catching the sunlight as the phone came apart. "What?" April asked. "Some dude answered Rich's phone, but it wasn't Rich," he said. "Might not be bad," April said. "Doesn't have to be anyway." "He knew my name," David said. "Shit," April said. "Yeah. Tried the cop trick too. Keep them talking. Told me not to hang up," David told her. "Don't panic," April said. "They don't know anything. Think about it. They can't know anything or they would have us: Might have been a lucky guess on their part. Maybe they... Maybe they were supposed to answer. Supposed to see if it was you," April reasoned. "Maybe, but it felt wrong. And how are we going to know where to go. We'll probably be in Mobile sometime in the early morning," David said. "Baby," April said. "We'll do what we said. If we don't hear back or we don't feel right about it, we'll just drive on through. We don't need the money or the headache. There's nothing wrong. We don't have to do it." "Yeah," David said. He tried a smile back on. "Yeah, okay." A non-stop action thriller that unfolds from a small town in Upstate New York to the great state of Alabama. Come along for the ride...