Chapter Thirteen
BY GIVING IN TO HIS CURIOSITY, Fabio had probably blown his chance to escape through the loading dock, as much of a long shot as that might have been in the first place.
On the way back to his hideout, he noticed an increased number of people just standing around doing nothing. In all probability, someone had raised the alarm and they were on the lookout for him.
Any time now he was going to be pulled up and asked for ID and that would be the end of his adventure.
He needed a plan.
Back in his hideout, he peeled off the hot and sweaty suit liner. It was good that he managed to get it, but if he wanted to go outside, he’d still need a suit and a helmet and a filled tank.
He was considering using the goods train for the next stage in his plan, but he still didn’t know
