“Not sure how you managed the crime spree.” Old Wolf raises his brows and Sam frowns.
“We didn’t rob any banks. All we did was drive out west.”
“And steal a couple cars.” I remind her.
“True, but no one was hurt. I can’t believe someone made up the whole Bonnie and Clyde thing.”
The chief clears his throat. “Nevertheless, you’ll need to take a bus home.”
The thought of being cramped up for days holds no appeal but my partner’s eyes brighten. “That’s an excellent idea.”
“It’s settled, then. After we stage her death, I’ll drop you off. I’ll buy you tickets to Chicago. From there, you can catch an express to New York.”
We go over the plan once more, he rises, and shakes both our hands. “See you tomorrow. And good luck. You’re going to need it.”
