I was flying somewhat solo for the second part of the plan. I say somewhat because, though Jeff wasn’t with me, he was certainly involved in all this, however remotely. As an FYI, I was now wearing nothing but a pair of jogging shorts and a tank top. I did own a gun, but good luck hiding a weapon in that ensemble. Heck, my d**k barely fit. Plus, my d**k wasn’t too keen on having a gun nestled next to it. I was on my d**k’s side on that one, by the way.
In any case, I sat along the side of the road a short distance from Arthur Slade’s mansion. I had been spying on Lucy’s alter-ego Chad for quite a while. I knew his daily routines down pat. Meaning, I knew when he jogged and where he jogged. Which is to say, ten minutes after I plopped my ass down on the warm pavement, feigning a sprained a
