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The Flight of Chloe McMurderess cont.
I am not a thief, or to be precise, I was not a thief until recently, but circumstances change. I was threatened with r**e and serious harm with the result that I killed a man in self-defence. Even so, I have to get away, it’s as simple as that. To disappear as completely as a South American dissident – only without floating down the River Plate and out to sea after being thrown out of a helicopter from a great height.
Ouch!
The theft. Of which I am not proud.
I had gone to collect the Audi and drove back to the Riverside Mall, stopping on the way to fill up the petrol tank. I went to a garage that had pay at the pump and used one of the cards, so no need to go into the shop to pay. True, I’d be on CCTV but that was inevitabl
