Chapter 50: My Second

I couldn’t take Daryl’s car because it would be too easy to trace. I was done with that MO anyway. Being predictable meant almost certain capture. I sprinted until I’d made it a reasonable distance and disappeared into the woods by the train tracks where the homeless guys hang out.

To the best of my recollection, I’ve only terminated one car thief—David Livingstone. That’s not to say that lots of them hadn’t stolen cars, but David made a career out of it. Of course, he was barely 18, just lega...