Everyone’s got a skill.
You’re good at crime. One kind of
crime.
Crime that crosses time zones.
You learned at an early age, when you shot your stepdad in
the face and fled across state lines at the turn of the hour you realized that
clever manipulation of time zones could totally baffle police, as they attempt,
in vain, to track you down with unreliable time quotes from their fellow
officers in other counties.
Since then you’ve been pulling bank and safe jobs all over
the Midwest and Southeast. It’s been a
fun life, and profitable to boot, but you’ve still never found your real daddy,
nor have you ever had a single positive interaction with any father figures.
Well, here’s some good news for you! Today a fence who you think of as a kind of
father will call you “son” during a conversation where you negotiate price.
It’ll be the single best moment of your adult life.
Then you’ll cross time zones again and return home to plan
your next crime, fantasizing about the next time you meet the fence who will
have replaced your father.
Congratulations Time Zone Terry!
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