Being an avid reader of thrillers, he waited until nobody was around and then switched his plates for ones on a car at the other side of the lot. If I were on the run from the cops, this would slow them down. Not that I am, but if and when Dad decides he hasn’t heard from me for more time then he likes and decides to find out why, I’ll be halfway to Timbuktu…or somewhere. Or so he’ll think if he hires someone to trace my plates.
After putting on his backpack and attaching his bow case to it with a heavy-duty carabiner, Hugh clipped Orion’s leash to his collar. The dog looked at in dismay. “Hang on,” Hugh told him. “It’ll come off as soon as we’re well away from here. We don’t want some nosy parker stopping us because you’re not on a leash.” A possibility he knew, because pets were supposed to be under the control of their owners at all times in the vicinity of the campground.
And then they were off.