An Oldsmobile cutlass sped north up Interstate 25. Angel sneered as he pulled a handgun from his waistband using a blue bandanna. He held the steering wheel in place with his knees as he wiped any fingerprints from the weapon. He wrapped the g*n in the bandanna, careful not to touch it again with his bare hands.
He spotted a ravine in his headlights just ahead, he slowed just enough to throw the g*n into the tall grass of the ravine. He picked up speed, without being as monotonous he tossed a stocking cap, a black button up shirt, a pair of black gloves as well as a pair of sunglasses onto the dark highway.
He looked into his rearview mirror; nothing but darkness, not a headlight for miles.
Now, one more thing to ditch….
Angel coasted down an off ramp, he parked near enough the und
