Don't worry mom. I'll buy you a better one."
He muttered and cleaned the crane's interior, wiping off his fingerprints.
"Case closed. Unless Chloe sells me out, which I would already know by checking the infatuation Gauge."
Walking out of the scrapyard, Miles happened to see a crude-looking bicycle parked by a junk car and dropped two hundred dollar bills before borrowing it.
Whilst the two scary dogs whimpered as he left.
"Sorry buds."
Along the way, Miles took off his blood-stained dress shirt and tied it on the bike.
Flipping his jacket inside out, he wore it over his pristine white singlet and proceeded to button up his jacket while looking around for any incoming lights or figures that may have seen his suspicious action. Fortunately the surroundings were as quiet as a graveyard.
"Hello?"
Hannah's groggy voice sounded over the phone, woken from a deep slumber where she was having a very sweet wet dream.
"Hello Mom. It's me."
"Miles?"
