He walked to his car. He knew that he needed this deal. It was raining. The rain was warm and soothing. Or maybe he was just cold. It didn’t matter. He climbed into his car and pulled out of his driveway. He drove. Was this really what he wanted? To die as a criminal? Someone who could be forgiven? He didn’t know. All he knew is he had to get to the destination and do the trade.

*part 2