“Wow, babe. That was awesome,” Britney said. “The bullet hit him right in the throat.”

“I’ve never shot a man before,” Jared admitted. “What a rush! I mean not like as good as heroine, but pretty incredible, really.”

“I know exactly what you mean. It’s like an orgasm, killing someone in cold blood. But I wonder how they found us,” Britney said, curiously. “And so quickly.”

“We should have grabbed the composite sketch. It’s getting way too hot up in here. I wonder if that pig wrote down our license plate number before I killed him. Keep your eyes open for more popos.”

“So, where are we going?” Britney asked.

“Definitely across state lines. It’ll take like eight hours to get to Vegas, but maybe we should get in a little more experience along the way.”

“You want to hit a few more banks today?”

“Yeah, we can hit Salinas, Bakersfield, and Lancaster along the way. But first, we’ve got to lose some heat.”

He pulled off the interstate and they ditched the car in an alley. “How does a new car sound, Brit?”