Even before Roderick had executed the greatest scam of his life, he’d carefully honed his exit strategy. It wasn’t the one he’d shared with his sister, Rachel of the cabin with the pond—South Dakota—somewhere in the Black Hills. They were going to wait a week, then work their way over the Canadian border. Maybe another two weeks in Montreal, then they would make a final decision. That’s what he’d told her, and she’d believed him. Roderick pictured her waiting there for him. How long would it take before she realized she’d been had. Two days at least—three at most. Served her right.
Even before Roderick had Served her right.Or maybe not.
The voice from the phone came back to him for the first time in a couple of days. Look out your window. Could that have been Rachel? She knew the number,
