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backed into an alley, I saw it. There was a dark sedan parked in the shadows. A small orange glow pierced through the dark and gave away someone sitting inside. I knew someone would be watching the alley. Before my hospital stay, I had killed two people there and maimed another. Someone would have noticed my work, and they would have eventually picked up on the Volvo collecting dust just down the street. I was sure it had been searched, but that didn’t bother me; the money was well hidden. No one doing a fast street search would find it unless they knew exactly where to look. There was a chance the car would be conveniently “stolen,” but if that happened, no one would be able to get a look at the owner. Whoever was watching the car was looking for some face time — probably the bloody kind. The watcher in the car was a low-level grunt, either cop or robber. Whoever they were, they would need to be dealt with if I was going to get back what was mine. And I was going to get what was mine.
    â€œI need to get to a Shoppers Drug Mart. One of those huge twenty-four-hour stores. You know where one is?”
    â€œAs long as you promise not to get hit by a car in the parking lot.”
    â€œI promise, Mom.”
    â€œMom! Listen. I’m just trying to do my civic duty. I see too much stupid crap night after night to stay quiet. But you, you don’t care. So do what you want. Lay in the street if you feel like it. I don’t care anymore.”
    â€œThe street would be quieter.”
    â€œAll right, pal. I get it. You don’t want an earful from me on your dollar. Just make sure you don’t end up getting a bumperful, okay?”
    â€œYou wouldn’t have hit me,” I said.
    â€œWhat makes you so sure?”
    â€œI’ve already gotten my surprises for the day. Three in a row, God ain’t that funny.”
    The cab driver made a confused grunt, then shut up and drove in silence. The Shoppers was on Main. It was one of the old-school stores that used to be a Big V before it was bought out. I paid the cab driver to wait out front while I went inside. The $400 I took off Igor would pay for everything I would need.
    The store was a ghost town. The cashier, a fat woman with short blond hair and several moles, said, “Hello,” without looking up from her magazine, and I grunted a matching response in the direction of the greeting. I walked through the aisles, skimming through all of the logically assorted items until I found what I was looking for in the small home improvement section. I picked up a roll of duct tape and an exacto-knife. A gas can also caught my eye, and I put it under my arm. A few aisles away, I found a thin baby blanket, a duffel bag, and a black baseball cap.
    I paid in cash for everything I picked up and added a Nestea from the refrigerator beside the register, a package of mixed nuts, and a Three Musketeers to my purchase.
    Back in the cab, I put on the hat and loaded the duffel bag while we drove back to James Street. When we pulled to a stop across the street from where I was first picked up, I paid the cab driver.
    â€œNow you watch out for pedestrians.”
    â€œMe? Me? It is you who should be watching out. You walked in front of me right over there. Remember? I almost . . .”
    I shut the door and walked back to the hospital. Instead of going to the parking garage I came out of, I walked to the front of the hospital. The lot was half full of cars despite the late hour. The cars were empty, and I saw no sign of anyone leaving the building as I approached. The half-empty lot meant that no one had found Igor or the nurse yet. There was an attendant in a booth collecting tickets, but no other security backed the lone worker up. The lot had no outdoor cameras mounted to protect the cars either. The hospital must have thought that the presence of a human being would cancel out the temptation of a new BMW alone out in the open. Whoever was in the