Born a Crime

(Chris Devlin) #1

fence and knew exactly how to
squirm through. Head, then
shoulder, one leg, then twist, then
the other leg—done. I was through.
The guards hit the fence behind me
and couldn’t follow. I ran across the
field to a fence on the far side,
popped through there, and then I
was right on the road, three blocks
from my house. I slipped my hands
into my pockets and casually
walked home, another harmless
pedestrian out for a stroll.


Once I got back to my house I
waited for Teddy. He didn’t show
up. I waited thirty minutes, forty
minutes, an hour. No Teddy.

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