Close Call Stop for Gas

The wind blew through her hair, her hand hanging out of the window coasting on the currents of air.  It was almost like she was trying to outrun the storm as it tried its best to catch up to the beautiful brunette speeding down the road.  She was following the directions Edward had given her and at the moment it was taking her high up on a small mountain pass that emptied out near an ocean.  The drop seemed huge, she couldn't look for long out of fear she might accidentally drive too close and fall off the cliff.  Edward slept away next to her, there was something about driving on her own through this part of the world at that speed that made her feel powerful.  The car gave a slight shudder with a noise that couldn't have been good.  It was at that moment that she looked down at the gas meter to see that they were just about to run out.  Being so caught up in driving through the wind she forgot to pay attention to the gas tank.  She nudge Edward awake.
"Um, darlin, little issue, kind of running out of gas."
"Well, just like the store, first sign of any rural area we can stop."
"Hopefully it's soon."
"That's pretty low, it better be soon."
"Yeah I got a little distracted."
"I know the feeling.  Shouldn't be one too far."
Meg continued her course but pulling back on the gas a little.  The needle hung dreadfully close to the empty mark creating some worry.  As beautiful as it was out there, she didn't want to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere.  A lone station was spotted in the distance by itself without much of a town or neighborhood in view.  Meg silently celebrated and pulled into the station.  She woke Edward again.
"Found one, not a moment too soon as well."
"Lucky as always, beautiful."
They both got out and entered the small station.  A greasy attendant looked up from the counter and gave a nod.  Edward approached first.
"Afternoon, just need filled up."
"Haven't seen anyone like you two before."
"Just travelers making our way east and ran out of gas."
"Yeah, alright, I'll take care of it."
The tenant eyed Meg who was looking around the shop.  He clicked his tongue, squinted his eyes and then left through a back door.  Meg was looking at a can of broccoli soup.
"I used to eat this all the time back home."
"That stuff smells awful."
"You smell awful!  This stuff's good!"
"I prefer chicken noodle myself."
"Plain and boring chicken soup."
"At least it smells better."

The tenant opened a door to the back of the station and walked over to a telephone that was hanging on the wall.  He dialed a quick succession of numbers and waited for a response.
"Yeah, it's me.  Believe it or not that couple just walked into my station.  Uh huh.  Not her.  Yeah, I can do that.  No, won't be a first.  I'll call back with the results."
He hung up and continued on to fill up the car with gasoline.

"You think the next town will be far off?"
"Not sure, why?"
"Just want to go to the bathroom now just in case."
"Not a bad idea."
They each took a restroom to relieve themselves.  Edward was out first and looked out of the window to check on the status of the car.  Outside was empty, the tenant was nowhere to be found.  Odd, where would he go so quickly?  He stood up straight and turned around to see the tenant right behind him swinging a wrench striking him in the head and knocking Edward unconscious. 
Meg exited the bathroom and began looking for Edward.  The tenant was nowhere to be found, neither was Edward.  She remained calm until she saw Edward's hat on the ground.  Did something happen?  Her eyes darted around the station only settling when she saw the flutter of a coat in the wind across the way at the cliff side.  The tenant was dragging Edward's body to the edge fo the cliff.
"What the hell? No!"
Meg crashed out the front door and ran after the two men.  The station owner had gotten Edward to the edge, hands were bloody, and held the now waking up detective over the side.
"Wakey wakey."
"What the hell did you...."
"Shut up and tell me exactly what I want to know or my hands get mightily slippery."
"You can go to hell."
"Why'd you kill Victoria?"
"I didn't."
"Don't lie!"
He pushed Edward closer.
"Did it feel good to take her life?"
"Wasn't me dickhead."
Meg caught up with the men and started beating on the attendant.  She tried choking him but it only served to annoy him.  He pushed her off making her trip backwards.  Pissed, Meg leapt up and wrestled the man to the ground, accidentally causing him to let go of Edward who began slipping down the hill.
"Darlin no!"
Meg crawled down the side and grabbed on to Edward, preventing him from slipping more.  Edward got his footing a bit when the tenant grabbed Meg from behind, forcing her to be his prisoner.
"Now I have your woman!  Tell me what I want or she goes over!"
"We didn't kill her!"
"Liar!  Then who has the case!?"
"Let her go and I'll tell you."
"No way, tell me and she doesn't go over."
Meg struggled to break free but couldn't, her only option was to hit back the only way she could.  At the end of his sentence, Meg launched her head backwards cracking into the man's face breaking his nose.  He screamed out in pain, letting her go.  His feet slipped on the rocks and losing his balance he fell down the cliff.  Meg jumped forward grabbing on to Edward, the both of them helping each other stay up.
"Nice going, sweetheart."
"Not letting anything happen to you."
They helped each other back up the side and to their car.
"I'm going to finish filling the car.  Why don't you go inside and stock up.  It's not like anyone is going to stop us."

Once the car was full they got back inside.  Meg's arms were full of groceries.
"Let's get out of here, I got everything we need.  Including broccoli soup."
"You're too much, lover."
They pulled away leaving an almost deadly area alone to the quiet.

The Royal Darkness sat in a spacious room near a telephone waiting for a call from a tenant that would never come.  Their anger rising.


TO BE CONTINUED................
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