Thursday, June 22, 2017
The Perfect Crime
Victor was pretty sure he had everything planned perfectly. Step one was robbing the bank. Step two was stashing a good amount of the cash in a hiding place before the cops were onto him. Then he made his getaway. He knew he’d be caught; it was all part of the plan. He ran down a street with the cops in hot pursuit. He was a little nervous that it was all going to fall apart when he didn’t see a single person on the street. Then he saw a distant figure on a balcony. She would do.
He clutched the small trinket in his hand, and just as he knew it was working, he let it go onto the street below. Suddenly, he wasn’t running anymore. Instead, he was looking down at the street from the balcony, hearing the sirens and the shouts. He knew his former body was now being arrested. Then he looked down at his new body. The magic trinket sure had done the trick; he actually swapped into someone else’s body.
Granted, this body wouldn’t have been his first choice, but it really didn’t matter. After the cops arrested his former self, he’d go down and collect it -- after all, it looked like little more than a piece of trash on the street. Then he’d collect the money that he stashed. He’d deposit just a little bit in an offshore account, stash the rest in a new location, then use the trinket to swap again. With each new body, he’d deposit just a little bit more. No one transaction from any person would ever be enough to arouse suspicion. When it was all gone, he’d swap once more, then take a plane to an exotic locale where he could live off that money quite comfortably for the rest of his life...
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god story, poor wooman
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