Will
I pulled up to another red light. I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel, another damn stop. I looked out the window, how do the birds feel? Is it freeing to fly? I play the radio, another song, another one hit one wonder.
Green.
Red.
Green.
Tap. Tap, boredom. The sound of the engine, soft clicks of the lock.
I go, to the bank, I parked far away enough to escape if there was trouble yet close enough I won't have to walk a ton. I grabbed the forged checks. Easy enough to mimic thanks to Rogers leaving notes to his 'beloved'. To think I was sick was an understatement. I get out of the car, the checks were in an envelope, with enough sweet talking I could snag an appointment and quickly get the checks into Lucifer's account. I insist to deposit in his account, my account wa
