[ Fraser held still while the jacket was rearranged, his shoulders bunched sightly forward to prevent it slipping, and carefully made his way out to the Pontiac, he ducked his head low, awkwardly climbing into the passenger seat when it was proffered, reached out to pull the door shut, then exhaled in relief. They'd made it to the car. It was a good start.
His back ached from the pressure of sitting on it, but Fraser pulled across his seatbelt wordlessly, before craning forward to peer into the side mirrors, glancing back over his shoulder, a frown creasing his brow. ]
Do you think Mexico would be far enough?
[ Hey, it's a fair question. Fraser looks away from the mirrors to check the glove box, the console, the footrest, finding no sign of Ray's handcuff keys, and when he straightens up there's a car pulling into the rearview.
A woman getting out, scowling at the GTO, meeting Fraser's eyes in the reflection. ]
Oh boy. Ray--Ray, start the car. Ray start the car.
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His back ached from the pressure of sitting on it, but Fraser pulled across his seatbelt wordlessly, before craning forward to peer into the side mirrors, glancing back over his shoulder, a frown creasing his brow. ]
Do you think Mexico would be far enough?
[ Hey, it's a fair question. Fraser looks away from the mirrors to check the glove box, the console, the footrest, finding no sign of Ray's handcuff keys, and when he straightens up there's a car pulling into the rearview.
A woman getting out, scowling at the GTO, meeting Fraser's eyes in the reflection. ]
Oh boy. Ray--Ray, start the car. Ray start the car.
[ Mexico sounded really good. ]