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I slip on the coat as I’m walking, but I know its tent-like coverage will attract too much attention. Right now, speed and surprise are my friends. Pretty much my only friends. So I hit the resize tag inside the pocket and it shrinks to fit. I’m a little more protected than I was a while ago.
Now that I’m a walking wanted poster, I need to go to ground sooner rather than later. But first, I want a card-carrying medical expert to tell me I’m screwed. Beyond the bounty, I mean. That particular fornicated fate I’m already well acquainted with.
I’m beginning to really appreciate Tony’s approach to deferred adjudication.
Minimum Wage doesn’t earn my wrath. The Hearse is sitting in temp with the meter clicking down and two minutes to spare. And I didn’t even plan for Tick to need killing.
