the walking trail along its edge. I wanted to be as far away as I could. Stealth was key . A half-mile of wandering later, I found an open, flat part of the forest which would be ideal for me to ride through. I followed it, and ended up a few feet from the water and surrounded by trees. I stepped off my bike and glanced back through the trees to see if anyone was around—no one. I exhaled and sat on the ground facing the river, leaning against a tree trunk.
The exhaustion I felt was overpowering. The nerves in my hands and wrists felt numb, almost shocked. Vibration from the throttle at such a high speed was the culprit. I could barely hear the river running past. The shrill growl from my bike still rang in my ears.
I closed my eyes—resting them. The woods surrounded me, and for the first time since hearing the news yesterday, I felt safe .
The lumpiness of my backpack was causing me pain. I slid it off and set it in front of me. Opening the flap, I actually laughed to myself as I stared at the huge bundles of hundred-dollar bills.
I fucking robbed a bank. What a day.
Out of curiosity, I took out one of the bundles and removed the paper bands. I began counting…ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred.
Ten thousand dollars. I shook my head in disbelief at the amount of money I was holding.
I guess this is what a big-time drug dealer feels like.
I dug around my backpack and pushed around the different bundles. I glanced back at the woods behind me again—no one.
I set the bundles of money out in front of me in a line. Soon, it became two lines. When I was finished counting, I had one-hundred and twenty thousand dollars. I could hardly think straight. There was no way I would ever need this much cash, even in my escape.
I wondered if Grey had wired the money successfully.
1.4 million dollars. I couldn’t fathom that kind of wealth. Then again, facing the federal government, our 1.4 mil was a drop of water compared to their ocean of funds.
I rested my arm on top of my helmet and zipped my jacket up tight. I had to let the time slip by, perhaps rest until the sun began to set…
The sun was gone and the twilight began fading away. After meandering around the outskirts of Raleigh for a while, I saw a small motel to my right. From the exterior, it appeared like it had seen its fair share of everything; it was a little run down. I was sure that anyone with a TV would recognize me, so I would have to approach check-in with caution. Maybe, just maybe, I could blend in for the night with the other locals who frequented this budget motel.
The parking lot was devoid of activity. As I pulled in, I noticed around the back there was a line of Leyland trees by the dumpsters. I hopped my bike onto the curb and tucked it behind the Leylands. There was a dark-colored fence a couple feet behind it, and as I walked away it was camouflaged perfectly.
I stuck my hands in my jacket pockets and walked towards registration. I kept my helmet on for anonymity, and I opened the entrance door. A bell jingled.
No one was at the counter. Even when I went to the desk, there wasn’t the slightest indication that someone was on duty.
I calmly waited.
Finally, a weary-looking guy came to the desk in a blue polo shirt and some khakis. He had dark circles under his eyes, and I could smell the mix of cigarettes and cologne as he stood across from me. He appeared to be my age.
“Do you have a reservation?” he asked.
“No, I need a room for tonight.”
My helmet muffled my words. He gave me a peculiar, contorted expression.
“I can’t hear you, sir. Could you take off your helmet, please?”
I swallowed. I was exhausted from being on the run, and I really hoped I could have a place to lie my head down tonight. In the corner of the room there was a TV on the wall. I couldn’t hear what channel it was on…but regardless, I still slid my helmet off.
His eyes grew wide as he saw my face. My heart sped up.
Fuck
The exhaustion I felt was overpowering. The nerves in my hands and wrists felt numb, almost shocked. Vibration from the throttle at such a high speed was the culprit. I could barely hear the river running past. The shrill growl from my bike still rang in my ears.
I closed my eyes—resting them. The woods surrounded me, and for the first time since hearing the news yesterday, I felt safe .
The lumpiness of my backpack was causing me pain. I slid it off and set it in front of me. Opening the flap, I actually laughed to myself as I stared at the huge bundles of hundred-dollar bills.
I fucking robbed a bank. What a day.
Out of curiosity, I took out one of the bundles and removed the paper bands. I began counting…ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred.
Ten thousand dollars. I shook my head in disbelief at the amount of money I was holding.
I guess this is what a big-time drug dealer feels like.
I dug around my backpack and pushed around the different bundles. I glanced back at the woods behind me again—no one.
I set the bundles of money out in front of me in a line. Soon, it became two lines. When I was finished counting, I had one-hundred and twenty thousand dollars. I could hardly think straight. There was no way I would ever need this much cash, even in my escape.
I wondered if Grey had wired the money successfully.
1.4 million dollars. I couldn’t fathom that kind of wealth. Then again, facing the federal government, our 1.4 mil was a drop of water compared to their ocean of funds.
I rested my arm on top of my helmet and zipped my jacket up tight. I had to let the time slip by, perhaps rest until the sun began to set…
The sun was gone and the twilight began fading away. After meandering around the outskirts of Raleigh for a while, I saw a small motel to my right. From the exterior, it appeared like it had seen its fair share of everything; it was a little run down. I was sure that anyone with a TV would recognize me, so I would have to approach check-in with caution. Maybe, just maybe, I could blend in for the night with the other locals who frequented this budget motel.
The parking lot was devoid of activity. As I pulled in, I noticed around the back there was a line of Leyland trees by the dumpsters. I hopped my bike onto the curb and tucked it behind the Leylands. There was a dark-colored fence a couple feet behind it, and as I walked away it was camouflaged perfectly.
I stuck my hands in my jacket pockets and walked towards registration. I kept my helmet on for anonymity, and I opened the entrance door. A bell jingled.
No one was at the counter. Even when I went to the desk, there wasn’t the slightest indication that someone was on duty.
I calmly waited.
Finally, a weary-looking guy came to the desk in a blue polo shirt and some khakis. He had dark circles under his eyes, and I could smell the mix of cigarettes and cologne as he stood across from me. He appeared to be my age.
“Do you have a reservation?” he asked.
“No, I need a room for tonight.”
My helmet muffled my words. He gave me a peculiar, contorted expression.
“I can’t hear you, sir. Could you take off your helmet, please?”
I swallowed. I was exhausted from being on the run, and I really hoped I could have a place to lie my head down tonight. In the corner of the room there was a TV on the wall. I couldn’t hear what channel it was on…but regardless, I still slid my helmet off.
His eyes grew wide as he saw my face. My heart sped up.
Fuck
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