CHAPTER SIXTEEN
He had almost an hour and a half to waste. He again thought of moving the Green Team truck and wondered if it had been towed yet. He almost hoped so. If the authorities were on to something yet, the random location of the truck would throw them off. They were much dumber than those glamorized shows on TV made them out to be.
Soon, 11:00 came, and then 11:15. He started to feel the familiar anxiousness in his gut, a feeling that radiated through him and was almost s****l in nature. At 11:20, he walked into his mother’s house and tiptoed down the hallway. As he reached her door, he heard her sleeping, not quite snoring but with deep heavy breaths the doctors said would eventually lead her to needing a breathing device to help her sleep.
He walked back into the living room,
