“I better not. I don’t wanna miss him walking out,” I say.

“Okay, suit yourself,”Sine says.

“I got a question for you,” I tell Sine. “You trust Grant?”

“I want to. Even with his mouth, he helps get the job done. I think we need him too much now,” he says.

“Well, I don’t know. I don’t know what to think about him right now,” I say.

“I can’t blame how he feels. But, since we know the money won’t be enough to pay all of our bonds and start over our lives, we’re still stuck, Karber,” Sine explains.

“What if we left him behind? We’d have enough to cover our debts. He didn’t want to do what we’re doing now, anyways, right? We could ditch him,” I say.

“If we do that, we’re no good. He’s entitled to that cash as much as we are,” Sine says.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I sigh. “We should have thought this out a little better. We rushed this.”

“Might want to wake him up, though,” Sine tells me.

“Why?” I ask.

“The bird is leaving the nest,” Sine says and takes a look through the binoculars.

“Why you looking at birds? Oh, never mind! Grant!!!” I yell for him to wake up.

“Huh? What?” He sits up straight as he becomes conscious.

“Wake up. Eighty six just walked out. He was taken into a black sedan wearing handcuffs,” Sine says as I start the car. “Don’t go yet. Let them go a few blocks down. They’re going onto the highway no doubt so don’t get to close. Give them room or you’ll give us away. They see us and they’ll call in back up. This guy is worth a lot more than what we were paid to bring him in.”     

“How do you know?” Grant says and yawns.

“That’s just the way it goes. If we suspect right, if Eighty six isn’t really a bad guy, and is wanted for just running away, they probably just wanted him to come back. Almost like recovering lost government property. Do you think the feds would pay out as much as he’s worth for he’s return? I bet he’s worth millions!” I explain.

We get on the highway and we can see the black sedan about a quarter mile up the road as I merge lanes off the on ramp. They disappear for about fifteen minutes along a rather long turn where the view is blocked by a heavily wooded area just off the interstate.

“Okay, now get a bit closer. I think it’s time we let Eighty-Six know we’re close,” Sine says.

“Good idea. Don’t get used to telling me what to do though, Sine. I don’t need a second conscious,” I say.

“Just trying to be helpful. Don’t mind me,” Sine says. He’s not nearly as cocky as Grant and I, I have to admit.

We follow the sedan for about two hours heading south bound on the interstate. We get closer and closer. I don’t want to rush up and sit behind them because I don’t want to alarm them. If we can get a hold of Eighty-Six if they make a pit stop then it would be a lot easier than doing it on the road.

“We’re almost half-way through Pennsylvania. Another hour or so, we’ll be in Maryland. Are we just gonna follow them all the way?” Grant asks.

“I really don’t know. Kind of waiting for the right time,” I say.

“Well, wake me up when we get to Texas. It’s almost six in the morning. I’m tired as 

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