“Destiny Found”

Destiny hung up her cell phone and shoved it back into her pocket. Damn, how’d he find her... here, of all places? She smiled, thinking about the last time she’d seen him – back in L.A. He’d found her there, too, but it wasn’t hard to give him the slip. One little capsule in his vodka and he was out for the night. It had been better that way; no one could get hurt if she just – left.

Destiny sighed, looked out the window. Was he out there, somewhere? Could he see her? “Oh Grant, why didn’t you just let me go?” she thought to herself, running her fingers through her long, brown hair.

Their relationship had been a complicated one, at best. He, an F.B.I. agent, her, a woman on the run. Innocent, of course, but still on America’s Most-Wanted list. Not someone you’d bring home to meet your mother.

For two years he’d hunted for her and when he finally did catch up to her, well, by that time she’d convinced him of her innocence. He said he wanted to help, but how could he? No, it was best for everyone if he stayed away, kept clear of her and all the trouble that always seemed to follow.

She’d agreed to meet him, though. Why in the hell had she done that? Destiny wondered to herself, as she headed out the side door of her flat, locking it behind her. Maybe he does really love me? Maybe here... in this far away place... it could possibly work? She’d hear him out, anyway, just for old time’s sake, if for nothing else.

She got into her beat-up Ute and drove down the road, headed for the place he’d arranged to meet her at – some little boarding house called, Millie’s, in a little hole-in-the-wall town called, The Glen.