The Night Before: Schultz
I parked my old truck on the back edge of the orchard. I checked the phone and then texted Amanda my exact location. She showed up about twenty minutes later driving a small Ford Taurus. The car was a little beat up; some dents, a crack in the window, but otherwise it was an alright car.
“Evening Amanda. So what I need you to do is take this burner cell and call the cops when I text you to. I need you to sound as if you just got away from some bad men who dragged you from your home had you swallow a bunch of balloons filled with coke but managed to escape,” I explained, passing her the burner cell.
“So I pretend to be a scared chica with human traffickers after me, and you are stuck right in the middle of cops, gangsters, and traffickers?” she asked.
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