The next morning, Caleb didn't waste time. He slipped out with the envelope of cash stuffed deep in his pocket.
The electronics store was brighter than he liked—white lights buzzing overhead, glossy displays everywhere. He moved through the aisles with his head down, but his eyes scanned sharp, calculating.
At first, his plan was simple: just a burner phone, nothing flashy. But when he pulled the cash out at the counter, the weight of it hit him. Thick stacks. Lucy hadn't just given him pocket money—this was serious.
Caleb smirked. She really has no idea what I'll do with this, huh?
He grabbed more. A mid-range laptop, sleek but light. A handycam—small, black, easy to hide. Extra memory cards, external drive. Tools. Not just for survival, but for proof.
At the register, the clerk looked surprised. "All cash?"
"Yeah." Caleb's smile was faint, but his eyes were cold. "All cash."
