Chapter 678: You chase me and escape
Outside the window, the sky is still clear, so there are no lights in the bar.
Old Frank was sitting in a seat by the window. The moon-white light passed through the window to keep it bright. Because of the backlight, Old Frank’s facial features and expressions could not be seen clearly. Only the outline of his face could be seen. shadow.
It's like paper cutting.
Old Frank raised his chin slightly and stared at Little Frank. He could clearly see sadness and madness intertwined in those eyes.
"Then order me to stop."
Little Frank stared at his father condescendingly. His words were both commands and pleadings, and his final voice revealed a hint of trembling, but he couldn't tell whether it was anger or despair.
At this time, little Frank's face, expression and eyes cannot be seen; however, the silhouette of the side face reveals a touch of sadness and pain.
He has been running away and avoiding, refusing to accept the fact that his parents have separated. Like an ostrich, as long as he buries his head in the sand, the crisis will not exist; however, he still failed to escape in the end. The bloody and cruel reality is laid bare before our eyes.
It's over, everything is over.
Little Frank stared at his father quietly and eagerly, his eyes in the silhouette flickering slightly. He could see nothing but could hear the sound of the world falling apart. The faint noise in the bar made the scene in front of him short. The pause became quieter and duller.
Old Frank failed to make a sound.
Little Frank slowly approached his father and squeezed out a voice through his teeth, "Then order me to stop."
The more resolute, fierce and decisive he became, the more decisive he became. The more fragile it is.
The sound was so tight that it seemed to break at the touch of a touch.
The world was frozen at this moment, but the silhouette exploded with incredible energy, completely cutting off all sounds in the screening room.
Little Frank looked at Old Frank.
Old Frank looked at Little Frank.
Father and son exchanged glances, but they seemed to be standing on quicksand, still sinking slowly and sliding irresistibly towards the abyss.
Finally, Frank Sr. said, "You can't stop."
Little Frank held his breath.
Old Frank seemed to have read the movement in Little Frank's eyes, and quickly tried to call Little Frank, "Where are you going?"
But he could no longer stop Little Frank.
As soon as he turned around, little Frank backed away continuously. Amidst his father's repeated calls, he stumbled and bumped, almost unsteady but never stopped. A hazy halo circulated on his face, and suddenly You can see the struggle, despair, pain and loss in the eyes between light and darkness.
Like a free fall.
Finally, little Frank knocked open the bar door and staggered away.
It’s Christmas Eve again, and it’s the FBI office again.
Carl was busy eating Chinese takeout, but this time, he was not alone.
The phone rang, and Karl suddenly stood up and signaled to his colleagues, counting "one, two, three," and the three people answered the phone at the same time.
"This is Hanratty."
"Hello, Carl, Merry Christmas."
That tired voice was obviously little Frank.
Karl immediately signaled to his colleagues that they were going to start jotting down key information by hand.
Carl tried to show off, "How are you? Doctor Connors."
Little Frank seemed particularly calm, "Carl, I haven't been Dr. Connors for several months. .”
Carl: ...
Carl cleared his throat, "Okay, I'm sitting in the office on Christmas Eve, what do you want?"
Where's little Frank?
Little Frank was sitting alone in the bar. It was Christmas Eve, and he was alone again. Different scenes showed the same loneliness and loneliness.
Little Frank was drawing pictures on the bar with his fingers. He did not answer Karl, but fell into his own thoughts. It took a while before he took a deep breath.
"Okay."
"I want this to be over."
"I, uh, want this to be over. I'm ready to get married, you know, I'm ready to settle down."< br>
But obviously, Carl didn't buy it, "You stole nearly four million dollars. Do you think we would take it as a wedding gift?"
"No."
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"This is not something you can hide from. Frank."
Frank Jr., "I want a truce." Carl, "There is no truce."
Carl Appearing calm and aggressive, "You will be caught, you will go to jail. What do you think the consequences will be?"
Little Frank on Christmas Eve looked fragile and weak, he murmured lowly, "Please let me go." One horse, Carl.”
"Please?"
But, Carl had different ideas, "I'm almost catching you, right?"
"The closer I get, the more scared you become. I know You rented a car in Shreveport and stayed in a hotel in Lake Charles."
"You want to run away, go ahead. Your checks won't lie like you."< br>
Shreveport and Lake Charles are both located in southern Louisiana, a three-hour drive from New Orleans.
In an instant, little Frank knew that his father was right. The FBI had not given up and they were still chasing him.
Little Frank was a little irritated and angry, "Stop chasing me."
Carl took a deep breath, "I can't. This is my job."
Karl thought that little Frank would be furious, but little Frank didn't. The voice on the other end of the phone seemed weak and even had a little smile.
"It's okay, Carl. I just thought I should ask."
Laugh at yourself. Banter.
"Hey, Merry Christmas?"
The corners of Frank's mouth slightly raised, and then he hung up the phone.
But this time, Carl was not angry.
“I love my job.”
"Okay, let's now look through the newspapers in Louisiana over the past two months."
"Engagement statement, in Connors' name."
The other agents were stunned and showed a sarcastic look. Smile, "Connors? Please, that kid should have changed his name by now."
Karl shook his head and picked up his takeout box again, "No, he can't change it. She thinks he is Connors , if he changes his name, he will lose the girl."
Correct again, Carl.
The FBI accurately found Strong's home and made a grand debut on the night of the engagement party.
Little Frank noticed the movement and hurriedly prepared to escape, but he still couldn't let go of his beloved Brenda. In panic and confusion, little Frank told Brenda all the truth——< br>
This time, it’s true.
“I’m not a doctor, I never went to medical school; I’m not a lawyer, I’m not a Harvard graduate, and I’m not a Lutheran.”
“Brenda, a year and a half ago , when I was sixteen years old, I ran away from home.”
No hiding, no holding back, no discounting.
Little Frank showed himself naked in front of Brenda, his true self.
Brenda was caught in chaos and shock. Obviously, she couldn't keep up with the rhythm. The man she loved deeply never seemed to be the one she was familiar with.
“You’re not a Lutheran?”
This was the first reaction in Brenda’s mind.
But little Frank no longer cared about explanations. He had already prepared cash by cashing checks, two full suitcases of cash, which was enough for them to sustain themselves for a long time and live a happy life anonymously.
Brenda had so many questions that Frank Jr. had to interrupt her.
“Do you love me? Brenda.”
“Yes.”
“Do you love me?”
"I love you."
Little Frank dragged his suitcase and prepared to escape from the window. In a hurry, he told Brenda the escape route over and over again. He waited for his parents to go to bed and took a taxi to leave all night. , meeting at Miami International Airport at 10 a.m. two days later, when they will leave together.
"Frank, please, tell me your name before you go. Please tell me."
"Frank William Abagnale Jr."
He finally said it.
(End of this chapter)