"I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth."

The flashing lights in the rear-view mirror came closer.

“Jones!” Boss was frantically chewing a gum with open mouth whiles looking over his shoulder.

“Working on it.” The stress gave him tunnel vision.

“Shake ‘em man! Shake ‘em.” The goon squealed.

They skid through a curve and faced a meeting car in the wrong lane. Acid adrenaline burned on his skin as he turned the wheel and missed the car by a hair.

“Jesus! Jones!” Boss choked on the gum.

“Still working!” he growled while going through the choices in his mind.

“Before they get backup!” the goon cried.

Jones turned down the road to the sawmill. A scared hare flashed past the bumper, and the cops swerved in behind them. He let them gain in as they passed the garages. A little more as they passed the next exit.

“Fuck! Fuck!” the goon shrilled.

He turned the wheel and skid around the lumber supply. The cops did not react in time and kept on driving down the road. They bounced over the tracks behind the logs. A bump took the muffler, and the goon smacked his face on the seat in front of him.

“Fuck!”

Back on the asphalt, Jones hit the gas and turned at the next intersection. Flashing lights told them the cops tried to catch up. He switched the lights off, rounded a curve and turned into an alley. Halfway he took a short cut across a yard. There were no lights behind them and Jones turned on to the road out of town. Certain that no one followed them he went down a narrow forest road. The exhaust rumbled as they rolled through the dark.

“Jesus! Jones!” Boss lit a cigarette with shaking hands. “Jesus!”

Jones turned to the goon. “You squeal like a girl.”