Chapter 12

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12 R was for roadblock. It was standard procedure in this type of situation for officers to stop traffic and check the identity of drivers and passengers in vehicles, as well as flash a picture of the person they were looking for, hoping for a tip that the wanted person had been seen, or someone had witnessed which direction the convict had taken. Inching forward on the highway, the smell of fresh paint was replaced by the exhaust of the diesel engine. A few clever strokes with a brush and black paint, and the wording on the side of the delivery truck was altered. It was a simple matter of swapping license plates and drivers to deflect the attention of the state patrol from the description given by the prison authorities. Carl tried to breathe slowly, allowing only shallow sips of air to

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