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--donation bonus (day #3, post 5/5)--
“Bah. Don’t want to show me where you live, huh?”

“There’s that... but mainly... I’d rather not be seen with the most wanted man in the country, right now.”

Colt gave an admissive nod.

“Where will you go?” Hector asked.

“Gotta get out of the city at least. Hopefully out of the country as well, but that’ll be difficult.” He reached into the backseat and pulled out Hector’s bag. He tossed it to him. “Thanks for all your help, Hector Goffe.”

Hector eyed the bag. His algebra book lay atop the mass of cash. He hadn’t expected Colt to rifle through his things, but he supposed he should have. “If you’re really thankful... then don’t make me regret letting you go... don’t ever hurt those children.”

“Of course I won’t.”

“So you say...”

Colt’s expression hardened. “What was that?”

“You’re a murderer... a violent man with violent tendencies... How do I know you won’t just... get tired of their crying one day and snap? Or lose your patience when they’re older and beat them?”

Colt glared. “I’d never hurt them. I swear on my life. You already know I’d die for them.”

They merely exchanged stares for a long moment.

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you--” He glanced at Bohwanox, who nodded. “--so I’ll know if you break that promise.”

“I won’t.”

“Good... because I will hunt you down, if you do...”

Colt looked at him heavily, and then let out a brief laugh, which turned into a sigh. “You show up out of nowhere. You know all these things that no one else should. And you turn everything upside down... Just what the hell are you, kid?”

“...I haven’t figured that out yet, either.”