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vanilla Grass, A Novel of Redemption. Chapter One Jason Hogan stuffed the $100 bills deep into his pocket and killed his torch when he heard the crunch of tires on gravel, breaking out in a panicked sweat. He took off after the Sloan brothers, who were already slipping and sliding on the polished floor as they scrambled toward the back door of the high end. Kitchen clouds hid the moon and stars when the three teenage boys raced through the woods, beams from their flashlights, the only source of light, they disappeared into the black forest of Douglas furs and five minutes later they stopped running, gasping for breath. ****! That was close, Jason bent over, hands on thighs. Yeah, no kidding. Evan glanced over his shoulder. I thought we was goners, Brent snorted. Was he shouted the insult at his younger brother, balled his right hand into a fist and slammed Evan's shoulder so hard he fell brushing leaves and for needles from his clothes and hair. Heaven got up, screw you. You almost missed your pants when you heard the car. He lunged at Brent and they scuffled. All right girls back to your corners. Jason's arms shoved between them like a referee. I think we did good. You got jewelry and I got cash. Not bad considering we was interrupted. Jason glanced again at Brent, whose eyes move towards the distance and fixed on a dark shape, 100 ft away. Was that Brent aimed his flashlight at what appeared to be a vacant cabin. Whoa! This is the haunted house. Ad pick! Let's check it out. Jason headed toward it too. Obedient soldiers Evan and Brent fell in behind their squabble forgotten. They shined their beams at each other like light sabers. Jason stopped at the front door and grasped the knob. It's rested. Won't turn. He swept his light over the moss covered roof and dirty windows. A spider spinning a web near the drainpipe, scurried out of sight. He rubbed a clean circle on the glass with the sleeve of his hoodie, cupped his hands and tried to look inside. I can't see nothing except dark curtains. This place is weird, gives me the creeps want to break in, Brent was the most reckless of the three and already boasted a rap sheet of Misdemeanors. Let's go in through the window and you can climb in easy. Come on nah, it's too dark and it ain't worth it. Yo bra you're afraid, Brent's voice taunted. Jason flipped him the bird and Brent flipped him back. Let's count the bones. Yeah, handing, print his electric torch. Jason reached inside his pocket and retrieved the wad of bills as his fingers flip through them. He let out a whistle. Whoo man! Look at these dead presidents! A pair of hundreds. He counted the remaining 10s, 20s and 50 Totiations $800. That's sick, Evan said, grinning. How are you going to divvy it up, Brent. I'd the stash 2 50 for each of you And I'll keep three finder's fee. Jason's voice told them not to argue. Let's smoke some root and party rent, struck a match and lit a thick doobie. The tip burned red in the darkness as he took a deep hit. He held the smoke inside his lungs for a few seconds I exhaled and then offered the joint to Jason who toked it and handed it over to Evan. Good ship, Jason blew out a cloud. Evan smoked and passed the joint to his brother. Yet group myself grow lights in the attic, Brent took another drag and handed it back to Jason. What we're going to do with the bling? No worries, my guy. I'll take it. Listen, No one else knows about tonight. Okay, swear in your life. You're going to keep your mouth shut or the yaps at school will blab and we'll all be shifted, Brent gave the peace sign, swear one more arrest and he'd be off to juvie. And if that happened, their mother had threatened to send Evan away to military boarding school. He didn't want that on his conscience. Yeah, Dawg, it's getting late. We better split. Evan stepped out the joint and pocketed the remains. The three teens turned around and retraced their steps through the woods, passing a no trespassing sign inside the cabin curtains parted and flickering light from an oil and turn illuminated the window