Conspiracy at Desert One
By Bernace Charles
Walker drove the Austin as far south as Penworth. There, along the side
of road, Roya again bandaged Walker's wound. It was deeper than he claimed.
Only the pressing of Roya's hand against the wound stopped the flow of
blood. After getting it bandaged, Roya said, "I'll drive. We have
to get you out of the car and in bed. You're not going to be of any use
to anyone if you're dead. You need to hold your hand against the bandage.
Where are we going?"
"We're going to my first wife. I'm sure they've already questioned
her. Whoever was at the house wasn't with the police."
"Will she accept me?"
"Yes. She'll be able to find a place for us."
Roya moved Walker's hand to hold the compression. She said, "I
hope you're not bleeding on the inside. It might get infected."
"I'll be fine. You drive." Walker walked around the car to
the passenger side.
Roya scooted onto the driver's seat. Sitting behind the wheel Roya asked,
"Drive south until you come to Plymouth."
Roya started the Austin in the direction of the multilane. Reaching
it, she turned south. To the east, the sun was beginning to break over
the Cotswold Hills. The Austin passed through Chelton and Bristol, and
soon entered Somerset County. From there, it continued south toward Exeter
in Devon. They reached Devon in late afternoon. Roya steered the car into
the outskirts of Plymouth. There, she stopped at a roadside pub to get
sandwiches and coffee. No one paid any attention to her, and she turned
the Austin back on the road within ten minutes.
Arriving in Cornwall, after crossing the Tamar River, Roya turned the
car off the highway and into a meadow secluded by trees. They stopped long
enough for her to redress Walker's wound and check his bleeding. The flow
of blood had stopped but left an ugly cut. Roya knew it needed stitches.
After she cleaned the wound, she redressed it, and pulled it together with
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