Dead Breath. Melody Jade Allen

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leave!” Mireya shouted back at her. “They will find me!”

      “No, they will not! But you can hide alone, but I could not!” Leandra smiled and walked closer. “There are not many people you can trust, Mireya. Give me the opportunity to be your true friend, whom I used to be. It’s all because of that damn Los Angeles.”

      “What?” Mireya retreated.

      “Run!”

      The fire burned it down…

      Mireya opened her eyes. She slept in her room of the motel “The heart of Las Vegas”; no fire, no Leandra. She was alone.

      Mireya got up. Tom was obviously in his room; the night lamp was on. She went to the window and looked at the street – it was already night, Tom’s car was gone. “What the heck?” She said and took her backpack with her stuff, she ran out.

      That “Cowboy” was still in the hall of the motel, drinking coffee from a mug with the cover of Back to the Future 3 Movie and reading a book.

      “Sorry?” Mireya approached him. “I was here with a guy; do you know when he left the motel?”

      Cowboy turned the page. “About three hours ago, Miss. But he said that he will return.”

      “Yes…?” Mireya ran her hand over the tangled hair. “He did not say when exactly?”

      Cowboy shrugged his shoulders. “He didn’t. And I didn’t ask.”

      “I understood. Thank you.” Mireya came out; slightly cool night air made her finally clear her thoughts, there was parked one more car. Someone was inside and looking at her…

      “Hey!” She came closer. “What the hell are you…?” She didn’t have time to finish her words before the car moved from the spot and disappeared under her enchanted gaze in the midnight darkness.

      Another car…

      Mireya turned around – Tom.

      “Hello, Lady.” He stopped in front of her and lowered the glass of the passenger seat. “Let’s ride?”

      Mireya raised her eyebrows.

      “To Leandra’s apartment. I promised we will visit there tonight. Or have you changed your mind?”

      “No way.” Mireya got into the car. “Are we going?”

      Tom nodded and pressed the gas.

      “I think I’m getting paranoia.” Mireya blurted out.

      “Huh?” Tom a little distracted, but looked at the road.

      “When I got out of the motel, there was a car; there was a man inside of it. I didn’t see his face, but he looked directly at me. When I approached him to ask what was the matter, he just drove away. And I did not see the car plate numbers.”

      “What kind of car was it?”

      “It was the dark sedan.”

      “Wow! You cut the list by a couple of million, but the list of suspects is still about a few hundred thousand and it’s only in Las Vegas.” Tom grinned.

      “Thank you, I appreciate your support.” Mireya rolled her eyes.

      “Come on, it must have been someone like us. Someone came there by night to hide and you didn’t let him in.”

      “That sounds logical. But I’m not entirely sure.”

      Tom shrugged his shoulders.

      “By the way…” Mireya looked at him. “Is Tom Walt a fictitious name?”

      “Only Walt is. My full name is Thomas. But call me Tom. Are you Mireya Jalinda Rothe?”

      Mireya narrowed her eyes. “Yes. Did she say it?”

      Tom chuckled. “Is it such a big secret?”

      “No, it’s not. I just didn’t think Leandra talked so much about me behind my back. How long do we have to go to her last home?”

      “It’s about a few hours.”

      “Where have you been?”

      Tom slightly reduced the speed of the car. “Sorry?”

      “Well, you left our motel. Where did you go?”

      “There is a gas station nearby, on the other side.” Tom tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “I just didn’t want to waste time when we go together.”

      “Why does it seem to me that you are lying?”

      “It’s because I am.” Tom smiled meaningfully and again exceeded speed.

      Mireya felt drowsy, which was unusual for her after a recent awakening, but she tried to hold on. “Can we stop and buy coffee?”

      Tom didn’t answer.

      “What?” Mireya asked.

      “You said there was a dark sedan?” He said.

      Mireya held her breath for a moment. “Yes.”

      “He is following us.”

      The car filled with silence. Mireya’s could hear some creaking in her ears. “So, what’s the plan?”

      “I don’t have one yet. I don’t want problems on the road. Sometimes the police patrol somewhere around here. Don’t take chances if you don’t mind.”

      “But what if it’s a policeman?”

      “No. That’s hardly.”

      “Why not?”

      “He would have already arrested you, Mireya. Now you’re a federal criminal.” Tom slowed down and turned off the high beam.

      The car turned to the side of the road and began to slowly stop. The dark sedan stopped behind.

      “And what the hell did you do?” Mireya said to Tom, sliding down and clinging more firmly to the seat.

      “Everything’s under control.” Tom answered, looking in the rear-view mirror. “We can break away from it in the city, lost in the flow of cars, but if he needs to see us, he will find us again.”

      “You don’t even know who he is and what he is capable of, but you are ready to go into battle? Come on!”

      “I’m not going to fight without a weapon. And I’m saying literally.” Tom unbuttoned his black leather jacket and took out the gun from his inner pocket.

      Mireya exhaled. “It is to use illegal weapons with impunity? And where does it come from?”

      “I don’t give away my sources, Lady.” Tom winked.

      Mireya turned, looking at the dark sedan. “Tom?” She straightened up.

      The dark sedan extinguished the lights and slowly drove for the road. It stopped next to them, they saw the silhouette of a man – now, they were sure it was a male. But they could not see his face. After a few seconds the sedan switched on the lights again and moved along.

      Mireya looked at him in bewilderment. “Is he crazy?”

      Tom put the gun away. “If this is some kind of joker…”

      “Yes, it’s pretty funny for such a joke like spying.”

      Tom lowered the window and inhaled the night air. “So, do you think we’re dealing with a spy? Are there any suspects?”

      Mireya smiled falsely. “If I had a list of suspects, you would be the first in it.”

      “Ah, yeah?” Tom laughed and pressed the gas pedal. “That’s what happens – you save someone and that someone starts to suspect you. Nice!”

      The car continued its way.

      ***

      Las Vegas night was like a picture with advertising for travellers – millions of lights, neon, luxury cars, lots of entertainment and, of course, a lot of people, as they expected. Mireya and Tom stopped at the parking lot of the gaming


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