Jumping out of the car, my pouch of goodies held tightly in one hand I entered my favorite pawn shop. The owner wasn't any friend of mine, but I could haggle good prices and he didn't ask too many questions. "Yo, alf, you here?" I yelled as I hit the bell on the counter repeatedly. "Ya ya coming!" The skinny little man bellowed from the back of the shop. Alf's small darting eyes appraised me he sidled up to the counter. "Got some more of your 'grandmothers' old thinks to pawn to me?" He asked with sarcasm, greed shining in his beady little eyes. Alf looked like a rat, there was no ther way to put it, he just look like a rat! He was scrawny, shifty, greedy, and sly. Rolling my eyes I extracted a few of the valuables from the pounce and placed them gently on the counter. "I'll give you $500" he stayed with a small smirk. "Hell no, don't start with me Alf" I said irratible, and so we started. Three hours later I walked out with a hefty 28 grand and fell into my car with a sigh. That was only my first stop, I had quite a few more pawn shops to visits before the day was out. I wasn't stupid, I knew I couldn't only visit one shop and sell all my goodies, that would be too easy for the police. Rolling my shoulders and cracking my next I braced myself for the next few days. I would take about a week to get rid of all the valuables, I would have to go to quite a few towns and cities. This would keep the police off my trail and plus, not all pawn shops had the money to buy from me.

Still no Zarawhite. I feel so abandoned.