I looked at the treasure I had collected: 10 bucks and two bank cards. I had to leave town to do the transactions to help cover my tracks. Thankfully before I left, I had found a journal where the girl left all her passwords, PINs, and other important information. The other girl I just found it out on the internet with the "Forgot my password" option.
I walked out to the parking lot, Damn, where did I park?. I walked forward and fell over where the curb dropped, slammed my face into a car, in which the alarm proceeded to go off. Good thing the paint is already red. I found my car, with blood running down my face, and pulled out on my way to Jackson. I didn't live anywhere near Jackson, so the cops won't be on my trace at all.
10 miles away my car sputtered and shut off. WHATTTTTTTT? I had run out of gas. I slammed my head on the steering wheel which caused me to continue bleeding again. I hope the tow truck takes credit....
Finally in Jackson and all fueled up, I pulled into the first bank, and checked the first girl's balance. Oh mannn... I withdrew 200 dollars in 20s and stuffed them away safely. The other bank was right across the street. I inserted the card into the machine....HOLY SH- this must have been her parents' card, or she was really good at selling herself.
Back in Browning I started surfing the web for places I could get some new toys to play with. After all, 14,328 dollars can buy a lot.
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The Demented Mind of a Serial Killer
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