“Here.” He handed me a few notes. “I’ll fuel up if you want to grab the supplies.”
Pocketing the money, I walked into the small store. The place wasn’t anything special so we’d have to settle for a diet of junk food and energy drinks.
As I walked to the counter, I stopped when the small electronic stand caught my attention. On the top shelf were five plain black mobile phones and prepaid sim cards on sale.
Jackpot.
Our phones would be useless now that the police were searching for us. The sooner we dumped them, the safer we would be from being tracked. Anyone who owned a TV knew that phone tracing was the first step.
I quickly paid the cashier for the fuel and the supplies and walked back to the car. Aiden had already closed the fuel cap and started to load the bags into the boot.
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