The Crossroads

The Cadillac had an old-fashioned cell phone the size of a bread loaf. The chauffeur had probably installed it sometime in the late eighties, but it still worked. Judy called 911.

“Tell Sheriff Hargrove that Zack Jennings is being held at Spratling Clockworks. Out back in the machine shop.”

She knew that the 911 operator would immediately send all available units screaming to the abandoned old factory. She didn’t, however, mention the phantom convertible chasing after her as she and Zipper sped down Route 13 in Gerda Spratling’s 1952 Cadillac Coupe DeVille.