Remember When

empty house. "Running from him, running with the diamonds, or both?"
    "Woman runs like that's scared," was Jack's opinion. "Odds are even if he dumped the diamonds on her for safekeeping, she doesn't even know she's got them. Crew's not a man to trust anybody, especially an ex-wife. That's my take on it. So... are we going to Florida to work on our tans?"
    "She's not in Florida, and we're going back to Maryland. I'll pick up her trail, but I've got a date with a beautiful redhead."
    ***
    "You'll drive." Crew shifted the gun from Laine's kidney to the base of her spine. "I'm afraid you'll have to climb over. Do it quickly, Ms. Tavish."
    She could scream, she could run. She could die. Would die, she corrected as she lowered herself into the passenger seat, maneuvered over the center console. Since she wasn't willing to die, she'd have to wait for a reasonable chance of escape.
    "Seat belt," Crew reminded her.
    As she drew it around to secure, she felt the lump of her cell phone in her left pocket. "I'll need the keys."
    "Of course. Now, I'm going to warn you once, only once. You'll drive normally and carefully, you'll obey the traffic laws. If you make any attempt to draw attention, I'll shoot you." He handed her the keys. "Trust me on that."
    "I do."
    "Then let's get started. Head out of town and take Sixty-eight, east." He shifted his body so she could see the gun. "I don't like to be driven, but we'll make an exception. You should be grateful to your dog. If he hadn't been in the back, we'd have gone out that way and you'd be taking this ride in the trunk."
    God bless you, Henry. "I prefer this position." As she drove she considered, and rejected, the idea of flooring the gas or trying to whip the wheel. Maybe, just maybe, that kind of heroic action worked in the movies, but movie bullets were blanks.
    What she needed to do was somehow leave a trail. And stay alive long enough for someone to follow it. "Were you what scared Willy into running into the street?"
    "One of those twists of fate or timing or just bad luck. Where are the diamonds?"
    "This conversation, and my existence, would both be over very quickly if I told you."
    "At least you're bright enough not to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about."
    "What would be the point?" She flicked a glance at the rearview mirror, let her eyes widen, then slid her eyes toward it again. It was enough to have him turning his head, looking behind. And when he did, she dipped her hand in her pocket, played her fingers over the buttons, praying she was counting correctly, and hit what she hoped was Redial.
    "Eyes on the road," he snapped.
    She gripped the wheel with both hands, squeezed once and thought, Answer the phone, Max, answer the phone and listen. "Where are we going, Mr. Crew?"
    "Just drive."
    "Sixty-eight East is a long road. Are you adding interstate abduction to your list?"
    "It would hardly make the top of it."
    "I guess you're right. I'd drive better if you weren't pointing that gun at me."
    "The better you drive, the less chance there is it will go off and put an ugly hole in your very pretty skin. True redheads-as I assume you are, given your father-have such delicate skin."
    She didn't want him thinking about her skin or putting holes in it. "Jenny's going to send out an alarm when I don't come back."
    "It'll be too late to make any difference. Stay at the speed limit."
    She sped up until she hit sixty-five. "Nice pickup. I've never driven a Mercedes. It's heavy." She ran a hand over her throat as if nervous and babbling. "Smooth though. Looks like a diplomat's car or something. You know, black Mercedes sedan."
    "You won't distract me with small talk."
    "I'm trying to distract myself, if you don't mind. It's the first time I've been kidnapped at gunpoint. You broke into my house."
    "And if I'd found my property, we wouldn't be taking this little trip together."
    "You made a hell of a mess."
    "I didn't have the luxury of time."
    "I don't suppose it would do any good to point out that you already have half the take when the deal was a quarter? And to say that once you get past, oh, say, ten million, the rest is superfluous."
    "No, it wouldn't. You'll take the next exit."
    "Three twenty-six?"
    "South, to One forty-four East."
    "All right. All right. Three twenty-six South to One forty-four East." She glanced over. "You don't look like the sort of man to spend much time in state forests. We're not going camping, are we?"
    "You and your father have