With all intent on getting away from the bank, she drove hastily west on the avenue like a bat out of hell; certainly not like an elderly woman. She turned southbound onto Broad Street, and shortly thereafter, she flipped a left onto a small street. Her only purpose for that turn was to ditch the stolen vehicle that she had been driving. She put the car in park and turned her fake grandson’s cell phone back on. She dialed a friend who answered on the second ring.
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