Jake was returning home when he saw the cars pulling out of his driveway. He kept going but as one car turned in his direction, he saw Yuri Kolenko, his old KGB friend from school, sitting in the passenger seat and concentrating on a hand-held radio. Jake saw one of the four cars turn around and pull over to park on the wide shoulder. He hoped Sally Ann and Christina were not home yet.

His first step was to get rid of the KGB officer left behind to watch the driveway. He glanced back at Jack in the backseat. “Jack, want to play a game? See how long you can keep your eyes shut with your hands over your ears. Ready, set, go!”

Jake pulled alongside the watcher’s car and motioned to him to roll down the window. With his ball cap and sunglasses the driver wouldn’t recognize him until it was too late. As the watcher started to roll the window down and reach for what Jake guessed must be a weapon, Jake shot him in the head three times. He whipped the car around and drove fast up the driveway and slid to a stop. Leaving Jack in the car, he ran through the house, calling for Sally Ann. He saw the bullet holes in the back door and broken windows.

Running outside, he saw the three dead men and Sally Ann’s bright red coat near the tree line. Racing up, he saw that she had been hit hard. She still had her 9mm in her hand. Pulling her up and holding her he saw that Christina had also been killed. Screaming and crying, he kissed them both.

“I’m so sorry Marie,” he cried. “All I wanted was for a normal life for all of us.” He held her close for another minute. “I have to leave you, I have to save Jack. I promise you both, I will save him and take good care of him. Your deaths will be avenged.” He kissed them both on the cheek and stood up. The wagon was already packed for an escape so he ran back to the car, kissed Jack with tears still streaming down his face, and sped down the driveway in reverse.

Jake used backcountry roads to get to Route 30 East. The road was open and he had to put miles and miles between him and the KGB in Latrobe. The wagon had a range of more than 300 miles on a single tank. He didn’t want to stop until they got to Richmond, Virginia. Jake planned to change cars and names in Richmond. Jake and Jack Webb would become Brandons, Peter and Jack. No more aliases.