Chapter Eight: On the Hunt:

Meanwhile, Linda practically danced around the house.

“Come on, honey!” she said. “We have to get going. Lauren could be anywhere. What if some other scientist gets to her first?”

“I know, dear,” Eric said. Linda came within inches of his face.

“So, why don’t we get to it?” she asked. “I want to get our daughter home A. S. A. P.” Her husband gave her a strange look.

“Daughter?” he asked.

“Yes!” Linda shouted. “We made her. So she is our baby. And now we have get her back.” Eric did all but laugh nervously.

“Are you feeling okay, honey?” he asked.

“Of course I am!” she said. “I’ve never felt better in my life! We have to get going! Our daughter needs to come home!”

“Okay, okay,” Eric said reluctantly.

“Yay!” Linda cheered. She ran down the hall, laughing. Her poor husband sat in living room, wondering how far this obsession would go.

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“How will we even find her?” Eric in the passenger seat.

“Simple,” Linda said behind the wheel. “We just follow the trail of crimes that our dear Lauren has committed.” Eric sighed. At least it’s an easy way. The man looked out the window.

“Honey, aren’t we going too fast?” he asked.

“No!” his wife shouted. “We have to get there as soon as we can!”

“But we’re speeding!”

“It’s fine! We have to hurry!” Just as her husband predicted, they got pulled over an hour later. A cop spotted their van whizzing by. His siren was enough to stop the cop. Linda pouted as she rolled down her window.

“What is it?” she groaned.

“Do you know how fast you were going, ma’am?” the cop asked. Linda pressed her hand to her forehead.

“I don’t care!” she wailed. “We’re in a hurry!”

“That’s no excuse to be speeding,” he said.

“Whatever, can we go?”

“No, ma’am I have to write you a ticket.”

“We don’t have time! We’re looking for our test subject daughter!” Beside her, Eric groaned and slammed his hand against his forehead.

“Oh boy,” he mumbled.

“What?” the cop asked.

“Look, we have to go,” Linda said. She put the car into drive mode.

“Ma’am, you can’t do that!” the officer shouted. The female scientist took off speeding down the highway. Eric grabbed onto the bar above.

“Babe, you shouldn’t have done that!” he yelled.

“We didn’t have time!” Linda shouted back. “We needed to get Lauren back! That cop was slowing us down!”

“But where are headed?”

“To the first crime scene of course!” Linda burst into laughter as she kept driving. Her husband screamed as they went faster. The whole time the cop chased after them in his car.

“Ma’am, pull over the van!” he shouted over his megaphone. “This is your last warning!” Eric looked behind them with an uneasy look on his face.

“Honey, we have to do what the cop says,” he said.

“We don’t have time!” Linda cried. “The longer we stall the further away our daughter gets from us!”

“She is not our daughter!”

“She’s is our baby! Our test subject!” Linda sped further down the highway. Eric panted as grabbed onto the bar above for dear life.

“Can we at least do the speed limit?!” he asked.

“No!” his wife shouted. “We have to hurry!” It would take a squad of cops to slow them down on the first day.