Their Final Vacation Behind Bars
Language: en
The security footage from two in the morning cleared the sleep from my brain like a shot of pure adrenaline. There, on the glowing screen of the property manager’s tablet, was my brand-new, eighty-five-thousand-dollar Winnebago RV. And there was my neighbor, Penny, sitting in the driver’s seat. Behind her, loading into the cabin like they were boarding a tour bus, were her husband, her daughter, and her elderly parents. The brake lights flared in the grainy black-and-white video. And then, my RV pulled out of the complex, heading straight for the interstate. The fuse for this entire…