Lamar nervously sat in class watching the clock. The past two weeks were like an outer body experience, he hadn't ate much nor slept for that matter, the thought of danger approaching was too much. The Tennessee Woods had been a place he enjoyed running in for 9 of his 16 years so when he saw the bright red duffle bag it caught his attention immediately.
It was nestled perfectly inside a log, he reached and opened it and saw neatly stacked hundred dollar bills. Shock and fear permeated his skinny frame - he zipped it immediately, replaced it, and retreated 75 yards and waited, then waited some more to see if someone would come by. He contemplated his choices, he knew someone would come looking for the money, he knew his mother would make him turn it in which meant cops; maybe even news reporters for this small town.
He recruited his friend CJ and they slid through the Woods to confiscate the bag at nightfall. They made it back to Lamar’s house where they counted it in the attic and fell asleep at $750,000. It took them 3 days, a calculator, and a notebook to count 1.2 million. The days following they hadn’t spoke much but debated on the course to take.
Lamar's family was poor, Baptist, and his mother wouldn't condone keeping any portion of it.
CJ convinced Lamar they couldn't risk returning it to its owner and there was no way you could spend money without raising suspicion.
Then that day walking down the street, Lamar came to a stop sign and looked at the black Audi and noticed the Middle Eastern driver watching him intensely. The man was groomed with a short beard, his eyes were calm, but forceful and at that instant Lamar recognized he'd seen this car a lot over the last few days, lastly at the grocery store.
Lamar kept walking but his heart sank to his stomach. Whether or not the money belonged to the Audi man, returning it was a risk. If there were others looking for it, there was more risk.
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