One thing I had learned from Anthony's betrayal was to keep no stone unturned. I had learned to erase my track like the bad little Girl Scout that I was and throw everyone off my track, and that is exactly what I did. The car could have only taken me so far. I knew that I had not been fast enough to escape without notice and that anyone could have followed me. It was an exhilarating thought as I found car races rather instigating, they reminded me of nightmares that I had ages ago.
According to plan, I headed towards a huge shopping complex a couple of miles from the bar. I chose to park underground and left the keys inside the car, itself. If anyone felt the need to steal it, they could go ahead and knock themselves out. They would probably die within a few days because any person seen in the same car as I escaped in would not be safe to travel in. So, any thief was welcome to steal it. I would be glad that there would be less wastage of our precious oxygen.
