Nothing came from my last attack. The door handles of the truck only had mine and Jolene's prints on them. The steering wheel and cab had been wiped clean. It was a dead end. They started their surveillance on me a week later. Nothing happened during the intervening period, for which I was thankful. The continuous daily surveillance quickly went through every dime in my personal account. I contacted my parents and they agreed to give me enough money for an additional three days, no questions asked, but if I wanted more, I'd have to tell them what it was for and I couldn't tell them.

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