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I’d be stuck in this town for a lot longer than I planned to be.
    Once I dialed the number and spoke to the nice reception lady on the phone, she told me that it’d be no problem for them to take me. Of course, the expense of it wasn’t cheap, but I didn’t mind. Can’t take money with you when you die…
    I know. It’s not funny. 
    The lady told me that the driver would be there to pick me up within the hour. He would need to gas up before heading over. 
    It was all settled. Chapel Hill wasn’t too far, and in a private limousine, I’d be there in no time. 
    I grabbed a seat next to an older couple inside the bus station and waited for my ride. The couple hadn’t even acknowledged that I was there. Their eyes were glued to the television set just off to the corner. The morning news was playing and they seemed to be engrossed in it. 
    “Have you seen this man?” I heard the news anchor say. Looking up I saw Craig’s face plastered on the television screen. It was enlarged so his face was as plain as day. Under his picture was a telephone number for the local police department. 
    “Craig Eddy is wanted for robbery. The security camera inside this Chevron station caught Eddy stowing away the cash that the clerk was handing over. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. His mother has come forward with this statement.” An older woman with white hair was sitting in a wheelchair that looked like it was sitting on the porch of a rundown shack. The home behind her was missing windows and the screen on the door was off the hinges. She cried when she pleaded for her son to come home. 
    My breath caught as I stared at the frightful scene in front of me. What had he done? I thought he was good. His note… It was so nice. He was an armed robber and he was alone in the hotel with me. I scanned the room hoping no one would notice me. I was with him just a few hours ago. Then it dawned on me. Had he robbed me too?
    I reached inside my bag for my wallet, and dug through it. I had a whole lot of money on me. Inside the wallet every single bill was intact. He hadn’t stolen a single penny from me, and he had the chance. He was alone in my room while I slept, but nothing was missing. 
    I stood up, careful not to move too quickly, and made my way outside. His poor Mother’s face kept flashing in my mind. She sat there on that porch that barely held her up, wearing a nightgown that looked like it’d been eaten up by moths. It was obvious that they were poor. Maybe he stole because they needed food or medicine. I didn’t know. What I did know was that he was kind to me in my time of need, and from the way he talked about his mother; I’d say he loved her. There was a good heart in there. I wasn’t going to be the one to turn him in, and if that meant I was an accessory than so be it.
    After about twenty minutes of standing in the morning sunlight, the limousine finally pulled up. It was white and big enough to hold an entire wedding party. But this party was for one. I felt mighty important as I walked up to it. The man introduced himself as Bert and held the door for me as I climbed inside. 
    Holy cow.
    The inside was just as impressive as the out. Bert asked if I knew the address of where I was going and I quickly searched in my bag for the envelope that had Benjamin’s address. Once Bert was inside he lowered the glass between himself and the back where I was sitting. 
    “The journey should be pretty easy. I don’t suspect much traffic, or no more than usual anyway. If you need to make any stops just push the intercom speaker just to the left of the window next to you. There is also the control for the window that separates us just below it. You need anything, you let me know.” He smiled sweetly. 
    “Okay,” I replied still amazed at my surroundings. I ran my fingers along the leather seats and lifted the lid on what I quickly found out was a built in cooler. It was awesome, and if I could’ve thought of