The plan was simple.
One of us would get on the bus at the stoplight and force it to drive to
the end of the road. Two more of us
would be waiting at the end of the road and usher the bus inside the old
building. We would then exchange twenty
students for twenty million dollars – one million each. Each of us just had to play our part.
The three of us wore masks.
No one would ever recognize us because our disguises were perfect. The bus driver was tied and blindfolded. We dropped him off at the school—unhurt. A computer program would accept the money
from the depositors and route it to a bank account. We knew who the depositors would be. Three large factories employed seventy
percent of the town. There was no way
that they would not act to save those children.
We moved the bus to a safe location and waited for two days
for the money to enter the account.
There were a few empty threats made against the children’s lives to
speed the process up. That is all the
threats were—empty. We fed them. The building had bathrooms. We kept them safe.
The one who was supposed to be watching the children that
night left to go to a girl’s house to have a quickie. He got back to the bus a few hours
later. The garage where the children
were sleeping had filled with some gas.
It burned his eyes when he walked back into the building. It had knocked the children unconscious. He called us in a panic. We rushed over. But it was too late. It was chaos after that.
We checked the account.
The money had been transferred in.
Two of us wanted to split the money and leave. One of us wanted each family to have a
million dollars. We owed them that. The other two fought him on the idea.
I shot and killed both of them. I mailed each parent a check for one-million
dollars. Law enforcement is pursuing
me. They do not know who I am. But they know my profile. I am laying low until I can leave the
country. I am broke.
