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Smugglers (The Maskheads Series, #1)
Chapter Seven.
This is a speculative fiction series comprised of three books. One chapter will be released every Wednesday, with links to previous and next chapters when applicable.
We arrived in Jacksonville the next morning. It was the last train we would take from here, and I was thankful for it.
Maribeth had slept on my stomach all night, and Three seemed fine with us hanging out together. Eventually we got off the train and headed for a van in the station parking lot.
It was an old-school thing, with doors that opened sideways to nearly the end of the car. Inside, the seats were upholstered in cheap fabric that had torn in a few places. Duct tape held together some of the gashes in the seats.
“Is the car broken?” Jacob asked, a little suspicious.
“No, it’s the best car I’ve ever driven. It just has a few battle scars.” Three smiled her mother-like smile, signaling that the subject wouldn’t continue from there. “Now everyone file in, grown-ups in the front and kids in the back.”
“Is there room for the baby’s carseat?” Alex asked.
“No, Andrew’s going to keep on being the babysitter. But come on everyone, let’s get a move on!”
