HANDS OF RETRIBUTION

CHAPTER 88

It was 3 am, which made it unusual for an ice cream truck to be driving past the half-empty streets of Newark. The driver who was behind the wheel grabbed it nervously as he tried to shake off the negative emotions. They were behind him so he had nothing to worry about. All he had to do was take the ice cream truck to the museum and that was it for the night.

At first, it had sounded so easy, but thinking about it now, he might as well be making a huge mistake. There were frequent museum robberies in this town. A few hours ago, there had been a report of a robbery at another museum, and the driver felt that he was next—a morbid feeling.

“Tom. Are you okay?” A voice asked from the dispatcher after a slight static.

Tom looked at the dispatcher and reached for it. He brought it to his mouth as his hands trembled. It wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought it would be.

“Y—Yeah. I’m alright.”

“You have nothing to worry about. All you have to do is get that truck to the museum. We will