Heritage Lake: Noon on Tuesday.
I kind of regret doing that house last night. Yeah, so the day was getting away from me and it looked like another night sleeping rough, but if I'd realised how close to town I was, I wouldn't have. I could have found something to eat out back of a diner and maybe, maybe scared up enough cash for a motel room instead of breaking some poor bastard's back door. Oh well.
Nice place though, and if I had money (in which case I'd not be writing any of this) I'd bet it was a guy's house, dude living on his own. None of the stuff a woman puts in her house, no toys either. Not in the kitchen anyways. Guy who cares, but. All clean and well-tended, the kitchen was light and airy, painted out in cream and white with green tiles and a wooden floor. I loved the big glass windows and doors and not just 'cause theyre so easy to crack, either. I just like that kind of stuff.
No matches in the cupboards that I could find, but I got half a loaf of bread, some lunch meat out of the refrigerator and a tomato. There was a pack of trail mix stuffed in the back of the larder and it looked like he'd forgotten it was there, so I took that. Couple of those individual packs of cheese and biscuits as well. Almost snagged the Oreo box, but figured he might notice those gone. I would.
So I buggered up his back door lock for nothing. Sorry, dude. Name on the letterbox was Gates so, sorry 'bout the door Gates. I didn't take nothing else, didn't leave the kitchen, never pawed through your stuff. Nice little town you have here, feller. I think it might be one of those touristy-type places and if it is, I might stay a coupla days. The local law won't be too worried about a break-in with hardly anything took when there's all the holiday makers to worry about. 'sides, plenty of work going if it is a vacation spot. We'll see if I can make a little cash.
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