TERRY Anders gives the driver an address on Buckingham Road. The driver takes off his hat, scratches his scalp, and puts it back on. “That’s off of Falls, right?” “Right,” says Anders. “Just up from the Northern Parkway.” “No GPS?” I say. The driver laughs. “Folks who call me generally don’t want anything in the car that can be back-traced, ma’am.” Right. I keep forgetting that I’m a rat in the walls. “So is this my life now?” I ask. “Are we fugitives from justice?” Anders shrugs. “I doubt it. You and I haven’t actually done anything wrong, you know—nothing that we could be charged with in open court, anyway. Things are crazy right now, but I’d guess that once this all settles out, we should be okay. That’s assuming we stay alive and un-apprehended until then, of course.”
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