Although this was not very comfortable for Randolph, Jill made a good point for not following his normal route of setting up shop, and it galled him to know she was right. Mr. Hilden knew Randolph’s MO, thus he was sure to have Mr. Stanton and company checking out warehouses throughout the city. Randolph also had to admit lying low, allowing Jill to do his errands, was also advisable so as not to come into contact with Mr. Hilden’s roaming people, who Randolph couldn’t possibly know were working for him. Besides, Randolph told himself, Jill’s face is still not associated with the killing of that sheriff; it will be my face paramount in all law officers’ posters and not hers. When it came time to consider his specialty equipment, Randolph held a short, heated argument with himself. The smells of constructing, and the oddity of having such equipment arrive at an apartment building in the west side area of Harcuss—a college district in the city of Barbella, twenty miles from Willing—just screamed something wasn't kosher.
