The police will hopefully see reason once I confess my story, but my dad and Phil won’t. Therefore, I’m more afraid of getting caught by them than by the police.
There is no other option—my dad and Phil have to die.
That was always the plan, but I hoped it was when I was a little less fugitive. I want to make myself known to my dad but remain elusive to the police. It’s hard to do both, but I’ve been doing a good job of it thus far.
Quinn looks incredibly plagued by his suggestion, but I get it, and I know he has my back. There is no cemented plan just yet, but we’ve agreed to stay underground from the police, but wave a red flag for my dad and Phil, and hope like hell they’ll come charging.
And when they do, Quinn and I will be ready.
And to be ready, we need guns.
And lots of them.
