On the Fox Roads by Nghi Vo EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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The fox roads run through October, no matter where you start or where you
end.
It doesn’t matter if you’re coming across Lake Michigan from Indiana
as the ice cracks under your tires or if you’re trying to make it to Cicero on
roads that were never paved for cars. The fox roads don’t care about winter
snow or summer storms, and maybe they bow to the gods of Tornado Alley,
but I wouldn’t bet on it.
The fox roads take you through October, before they cut down the corn
and before the trees undress for winter, and they can take you anywhere.
All you need, she told me, is a reason to get out.
II.
On a bright morning in late August, Chinese Jack and Tonkin Jill rode into
Hooper, Indiana in a cherry-red Model A and pulled up to Third Bank and
Trust like they owned it. I watched from the alley as Jack came around the
car to hand Jill down. She stood on the running board for a moment, tiny
and neat as a pin in her ivy-green dress and her black gloves, her face
marked for me even across the street by sooty mascara and a mouth painted
on with scarlet.
She looked the street up and down before she stepped off, and for just a
brief moment, our eyes met. If she cared, she gave no sign, and she walked
ahead of Jack into the bank.
The second the door swung closed behind them I made up my mind, and
I was across the street, ignoring the rear door to grab at the handle on the
front passenger’s side. It wasn’t locked, and I climbed in just as a shot rang
out from the bank.
I threw myself over the seats into the back, squeezing behind the
driver’s side on the floor as the shouting started. It was one of the newer
sedans, plenty of room especially if you’ve been skipping meals for a few
weeks, and I rolled up tight against the front seat.
By the time I counted five, there was another shot, and then fresh
screaming, and by a count of twenty Jack and Jill came out themselves, him
with the gun and her with the loot. We tore out of Hooper like the town was
on fire behind us, Jill laughing as if she was at the carnival.
“Fuckers built a goddamn hunter’s blind in the loft,” Jack snarled as the
car hit the frontage road.
“What the fuck, they turned the lobby into a
goddamn fucking shooter’s gallery. Lai, for fuck’s sake, stop laughing!”
She couldn’t, I don’t think, as hard as she was going, and all I could
hear was her laugh, shrill and loud and helpless at how funny the world was
that would dare shoot at her.
“Lai, Lai, goddamnit! Right or left?”
She only laughed harder, which made him swear again. Somewhere
behind them, behind us, the cops were rallying to run us to ground, and they
would, if Jack couldn’t make the river.
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