![]() Walk back down the road to where it joined up with the bigger road. He tossed it into the back seat, the way Brian had said.Īnd now he was supposed to walk away. It lit with a hiss and a shower of sparks, reminding him of fireworks. Then in a single fast movement, he struck the black button on the end of the flare across the coarse red surface on the plastic cap, like striking a giant match. He took a slow breath, trying to steady his nerves. He pulled the lid off the white cap to expose the coarse red striking surface. ![]() He walked around the car until it was between him and the road. ![]() The trunk of the hatchback was empty except for a single road flare.Īfter he retrieved it, Jason looked up and down the road but didn’t see anyone. Later, Jason had destroyed the burner phone he’d used to arrange the deal. Three hundred for the car, and another hundred for not asking questions. Then he opened up the back of the little 1984 Chevette he had bought off Craigslist. Before he got out, he cranked down the windows. ![]() And so far, Brian’s plan was going like clockwork. Only Brian’s plan had called for parking here, and he had made it clear that Jason shouldn’t deviate from the plan. The lot for the nearby trail to Basin Falls must be full. But now, early on a Saturday evening, Jason counted a half-dozen parked cars. WHEN JASON AND BRIAN had scouted this stretch of road in the middle of the week, it had been empty. ![]()
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