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"With Peter gone, I didn't have much to lose. I thought I could
do something he would be proud of!" she sobbed.
"So you took the files and went home? Mrs. Newton, why did you go home? They
would be sure to search there first. Why?" asked Jose, only half hearing her
explanation.
"Mr. Cushing doesn't look at the files until everyone else has gone home. He
usually doesn't check them until five-thirty p.m.," explained Rebecca. "I
wanted to say good-bye to my family first. I thought I would have time."
Jose checked his watch. It was ten minutes after five. "We don't have much time,
Mrs. Newton," remarked Jose, helping Rebecca up from her seat.
"We don't have much time for what?" asked Rebecca, wiping the tears from
her face.
"Time to become scarce," replied Jose. He rushed Rebecca through the mall,
always choosing the way with the most people. A tourist bus pulled up in front of
the mall. It's passengers lined up and climbed on board. "This way," said
Jose, tugging on Rebecca's arm.
"But, your car," Rebecca protested.
"Forget the car," Jose replied, helping her onto the bus. Jose chose two
seats near the back. He noticed the bewildered look on Rebecca's face.
"If, and I say IF," explained Jose, in an attempt to calm Rebecca's nerves,
"if Cushing hasn't missed the files before five thirty, then the likelihood
that you were being followed was not high. However," Jose sighed, "after
what you've told me, and after all the noise I've made at ClearFieldz's office, I,
most likely, was being followed. Either way, I wouldn't want to stake our lives on
it." Jose patted his bus seat, comfortingly. "God doesn't give His own
more than they can handle, Mrs. Newton. If one way is closed, you can be sure another
way will open. Today, the way opened in the form of this bus." Rebecca leaned
back against her headrest. She was so tired. Jose went to the front of the bus and
paid their fare. He also inquired about their destination.
"Where are we going?" asked Rebecca when Jose had resumed his seat.
"Niagara Falls, Mrs. Newton," replied Jose in his easy manner.
"Do you think we'll be safe there?" she asked.
"As safe there as anywhere," answered Jose with a smile.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice filling with uncertainty.
"Mrs. Newton, God chose our destination. You must have a little faith. I'm not
going to spend the rest of the day worrying." Jose closed his eyes and yawned,
hoping that the power of suggestion would cause Mrs. Newton to do likewise. Soon,
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