The business I had started was failing. I'd kill myself before I'd let that happen. I'd do whatever I needed to keep my little company afloat. Failure was out of the question. The police didn't have much trouble finding us.
Banks have cameras that take excellent pictures.
He thinks I should spend some time in jail to pay for my crime. But his father, my grandpa, insisted he help me. It's against his judgement, but he paid for the lawyer and made good on the checks. The charges were dropped. I'm sent on a plane to New York, a city I'd visited many times before to see aunts, uncles and my two living grandparents.