Prologue (The funeral)
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I lean against the tree and watch all the bowed heads and black umbrellas. The rain came down hard and powerful as if God was angry.
I almost laughed at his wife as she cried on the next person shoulder. I would love to get a better look, but I know I don't belong here.
I shouldn't be here.
But here I am. Watching as they lower the coffin into the ground.
Inside my pocket, my phone starts to buzz with a text and I pull it out.
Text: We need you.
Me: How much?
Text: 20,000
I stare at the text, thinking.
Finally I text back.
Me: On my way.
I slide my phone back into my pocket and walk off to my car. Five police men walks past me and I keep it moving.
Driving down the road, I pull over at a mail box and slide my letter inside and kept it moving.
And moving....
Speeding....
Until I crashed.
