Cliffhanger Theater!

Phil opened the car door slowly.  He didn’t get in right away. 

Bob’s head sprung up.  He rubbed his eyes, then grabbed his sunglasses and put them on.  He took a few deep breaths and bit his cheek.  Phil still hadn’t gotten in the car.  “What are you doing?”

“Just thinking about the Kmart that used to be here.  Wasn’t there a comic book store over there too?”

“Yeah, it moved down the street about the time I moved here.”

“You’re right” Phil said, finally getting in the car.  “Anyway, we have other problems now.”

“What, we didn’t have enough?”  Bob asked as he restarted the car.

“KELO had a story about the accident on 229.”

“Is the hi-po alright?”

“I don’t know.  But that’s not what I’m talking about, exactly.”

“What do you mean, exactly?”  Bob asked, as he turned back onto Minnesota Avenue and drove northward.

“KELO had our names on screen as ‘wanted for questioning’ for some reason.”

“For the accident, or for the dead officer at Jer’s?”

“I think the accident.” Phil said, as he opened his bottle.

“You Think?”

“Hey, she had the sound down.  It was all I could do to keep her from seeing our names.  I almost had to take up smoking.”

“Huh?”

Phil took a long drink.  “Never mind.  So, where’s a good spot in town to hide when the police are looking for us?”

Bob handed Phil his soda pop bottle.  As Phil took it and began twisting off the cap, Bob said “That is a good question.  Maybe we need to ditch the car.  Did they have my car and tags on screen?”

Phil handed the soda back.  “Not that I saw.  Granted, I didn’t stick around for the whole newscast.”

Bob took a long drink.  He stared at the soda for a second, then put it in a cup-holder between the seats.  “I hope they don’t run the tags.  Sioux Falls may have over a hundred-thousand people, but news still travels fast.  I think we need to lose this car.”

“Well, if they get your car, I’m sure they can get my car’s plate number as well.  Maybe we get my car and switch the plates?  That would confuse people.”

“Are you serious?  Now you want to go back to our place?”  Bob looked over at Phil as the car came to a stop.  Phil leaned his head to the left for a second.

“Green.”  The car began rolling forward again.  “Maybe we could go to the dealership?  Can’t you check out a Beetle or a Passat or something?”

Bob frowned and pulled to a stop at the next red light.  “Are you kidding?  Can I check out a car?  That’s a great question.  Let’s involve my job in my current mess.  If I survive this, I’d like to maybe still sell cars a while longer.”

Phil looked over at him, but his eyes drifted from Bob to a side-street.  A side-street where a motorcycle was parked, and a helmeted female rider sat upon it. 

She reached into her jacket.