Chapter Six
For most folks a trip to the gas station was just another chore, but not for Nate Jessop. At least not today. Today his new credit card had arrived and he was using it to fill the tank of his old pickup. As he watched the numbers on the pump ticking higher, Nate couldn’t stop grinning. Before he’d only done unskilled jobs paying low wages, but now he was a professional man with a professional occupation. Maybe he didn’t earn much more than he did at Joe’s Hardware, but that was okay. He was finally on his way up—or he would be once he got the scoop on those bank bandits.
Nate had a lot of driving to do if he wanted to get through all those interviews he had planned and still be back in time to write up his copy for tomorrow’s edition. The Pinewood Times-Courier came out in pr
