The sound of a car going a little too fast and coming to an abrupt halt nearby alerted him to the possibility. Peering out the window, his suspicion was confirmed, there was an official-looking vehicle parked a little too close to home. Having already planned for this eventuality, he made quick work of his escape. Way ahead of the people who would cover the back, he was out the door and over the neighbor’s fence, in a full sprint to the place he had hidden his old bicycle.
His daughter had already confessed it to him. Her collusion with his former wife, her own mother, to accuse him of the ultimate crime, was now coming to bear its full weight upon him as he fled. A travesty of justice before any capture and arrest could be made, it would certainly make the evening news.