(Chelsea)
We spent the rest of the night hitting ATMs. Jason drove while I pulled out cash from every machine we could find. By morning, we had thirty-eight thousand in crumpled bills stuffed into two gym bags.
"That's it," I said, counting the last stack. "Accounts are empty."
Jason nodded and pulled into a used car lot. The guy working there looked sketchy enough to not ask too many questions.
"We need something reliable," Jason told him. "Cash only."
The dealer smiled. "I got just the thing."
Twenty minutes later, we were driving off in a beat-up Honda Civic. Nothing fancy, but it ran.
"Now what?" I asked.
"Now we get burner phones. New IDs if we can find them."
We spent the next two days laying low at different motels, paying cash for everything. Jason was getting more paranoi
