Chapter 32

His orange Subaru sticks out like a sore thumb among the other cars in the parking garage.

After checking the time on my dash, I pull my ski mask down and grab my bat.

Given Tommy lives in a low-budget complex, the one and only security camera was a breeze to dismantle.

Doesn’t mean someone won’t roll up on me, though, so I have to make this shit quick.

I go for the hatchback window first before moving on to the windshield and the side windows.

But I’m not finished yet.

After pulling the lever for the gas cap, I reach into the pocket of my hoodie and take out the liter bottle of water and empty it into the tank.

Then I unzip my pants and piss in it.

Now you’re stranded too, motherfucker.

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