He’d long since gotten used to wearing them but Gizmo hated the way the gloves made his hands sweat. Still, there was no way he could take them off, not until he dumped the truck. The cap that covered his hair was no better. It was still too warm to be dressed like this, but they’d keep him from leaving prints and hair in the stolen truck he currently drove around an empty parking lot. He made several sudden turns, throwing the guy in the back around the box, so he’d believe something worse was happening.
Gizmo had already taken the long route around town, so Cisneros would think they’d gone much farther than they had. Soon he would park the truck and walk away. He wasn’t worried about the guy in the back getting away. There was a padlock on the cargo area. He’d put it there himself.
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