The occupants were believed to be a fugitive smut director named Chauncy Derden, and four of his cameramen. They escaped the Nevada penitentaries, weaseled their way out of court, and even sidestepped their way around the police force. But there was no way they could cheat death.”
The announcer paused and read off a page handed to him. “This just in, Kate Dresdin has been found badly beaten and dead, lying in a ditch just outside of her hometown.”
“That’s supposed to be me!” she whispered with Derek sitting beside her in bed.
“There are no witnesses, but the family is severely distraught. No word on the location of her brother but he is presumed to have met the same fate.”
She pushed the power button on her remote and drifted off to dreamland, reveling in the permeating narcotic in her bloodstream.
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