he thought.the guy had to be in his mid-sixties , and he was at least twenty years younger.he kept running faster and faster with each step.it was about a hundred yards until he exited the woods and then what ? he would be in front of a gas station in a big open lot that would make easy target practice for any trained shooter.he could hear the police cars closing in even closer.he wasnt going back like this.there was no way.he wasnt ready to die either , his only choice was escape.the plan had been years in the making , ever since michelle had told him he needed to come home .