Previously: Digger and Twain are making their getaway from the police in Twain’s van. And now…
â€œSo where are we going?â€ Digger asked once they were inside the van and driving. Although it looked like a 70â€™s seduction machine on the outside, the vanâ€™s interior was anything but romantic. The seat were plush and comfortable, but the back was lined with cabinets and wardrobes.
â€œActually, I was going to ask you that,â€ Twain said. â€œWhere did you drop off the money from the bank robbery?â€
â€œWhy do you want to know?â€ Digger asked.
â€œBecause I want to put a tracker in with the money,â€ Twain said.
â€œAre you crazy?â€ Digger asked. â€œThereâ€™s no place to hide one, except the phone, and heâ€™ll probably be getting rid of that.â€
â€œIt doesnâ€™t go in the phone,â€ said Twain. â€œIt goes in the money.â€
â€œItâ€™s flat, same size as a dollar bill,â€ said Twain. â€œAnd itâ€™s passive. That big flat surface is like an antenna, and as long as itâ€™s within range of a cell tower, I can ping it. But until I do, itâ€™s inert, so a bug sweeper wonâ€™t detect it. They can only detect it if they pull it out and look at it.â€
â€œWhich theyâ€™ll do when they count the money,â€ Digger said.
â€œThere are bundles in there, arenâ€™t they?â€ Twain asked. â€œBanded bundles?â€
Twain pulled to a stop at a red light. He stared at the light as he spoke. â€œThat means the bank already counted it with a machine. No need for them to count it again, just launder it And you might want to keep your face covered. There are cameras at all these stoplights.â€
â€œRight,â€ Digger said. He pulled up his hood. â€œBut what good does it do us to track the money if they give it away? Besides, I thought you already knew who was behind this.â€
â€œI know who, I donâ€™t know where or why,â€ Twain said. â€œBut if I set my system to ping the money every ten minutes or so, I can track the moneyâ€™s movements–where it goes, how long it stays in any one place. And the places where it stays are places that will give us clues. So where is it?â€
Digger told him the address, and a few minutes later, they were pulling up to the abandoned station. Twain turned and opened a cabinet that looked like it was designed to hold small parts. He pulled out something flat and green that looked something like a twenty dollar bill, only more rigid and with a faint plastic sheen. â€œWait here,â€ Twain said. â€œThis wonâ€™t take long.â€
â€œMoneyâ€™s in the dumpster out back,â€ Digger said.
Digger watchedÂ as Twain disappeared around the back of the building. He reappeared less than a minute later, looking unhappy. He got in the van and tossed the tracker on the dash. â€œThey moved fast,â€ he said. â€œMoneyâ€™s already gone.â€
â€œSo what now?â€ Digger asked. â€œGo to the police?â€
â€œCourse not,â€ Twain said. â€œThis was just a back-up plan, anyway. Now we do the real plan.â€
What is the real plan? Be here tomorrow for the next exciting episode!
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