Time To Plot
Bobby had been on good behavior for years. Now, all of a sudden, the guards put a target on his back. "That's when I started planning and plotting," he said. "That was going to be my last night in prison."
More Road Work
The very next day, the bus made a stop while they were on the way to the highway for more road work. "I swung open the back door—and I was gone," he said. He didn't stop running. He hopped on a Greyhound with the money he stashed in his shoe. He never looked back.