Chapter 385

While driving I began to talk to the girl. “You know that breaking and entering, trespassing, and painting graffiti are crimes. I see you’re eighteen, so they will arrest you and since it’s Saturday night you will probably be held until Monday morning at the least.”
I could see right away that she was getting scared at the thought of going to jail. She was making faces and her eyes began to tear up. I added “That’s some boyfriend you have, not only did he abandon you to take the fall, he actually knocked you down so you didn’t have a chance.”
She was really crying now, but in between sobs she said “That fucking jerk. Never again. Fuck him, the bastard.” I was smiling to myself , as I certainly had an ulterior motive to what I was saying. We arrived at the guardhouse and I shut off the engine and popped the trunk. I got out and looked in the backpack. As well as cans of spray paint there was some magic markers, a book that showed the young artist at work, tagging buildings and pictures of his “art”. I laughed knowing this was enough evidence to get him. Also in the backpack was a bag of weed which I slipped into my pocket. I closed the trunk and removed my “prisoner” from the car and brought her into the guardhouse. She was still crying and nervous.