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Chapter 20

3:44 p.m.

Many criminals are caught by police using a well-known dictum: they often return to the scene of their impropriety within 28 hours. This is a well-known fact except, apparently, to our city's fair police force who, when we burst from the mop closet, were nowhere to be seen. We slapped off the dust from our subterranean escape experience and crawled on hands and knees between the soft drink and home supply section of the store, natural barriers between the plate glass windows and the CSI task force, who had just finished up their work. They had rushed off, as it turned out, to 29th and Summerville, where an almost-foiled bank heist had just occurred. Those boys work harder than a one-legged man in a booty kicking contest. And that's hard. Longer hours, too. Anyway, the proverbial 'coast' was clear, and

We made for the door, with wheel barrow in tow.
But where we were going we, fain, did not know.*