Once again, he found himself in the local police station.
Despite his youth, the teenager had been regularly caught by the police when committing petty crimes, mainly housebreaking. He had promised himself that if he was harassed by them one more time he would do a runner. He found himself being questioned yet again. He knew it was time to move on. He’d saved enough money for a train ticket that would take him a long way from his home town. He would use a different name. He was told that this time he would have a tracking device fixed to his ankle. He had heard rumours about the latest tracking devices. When it was fitted, the guy attaching it to his ankle kept a straight face when he said that a deadly poisonous vapour would be released if it was tampered with. Of course, he didn’t believe a word of it.
As soon as he was released from police custardy, he went home and gathered what he needed to make his escape and start a new life. He waited until dark before jumping the fence and entering his uncle’s shed. All he needed was a hacksaw. He found one that looked nice and sharp. He sat with his ankle pulled up onto his knee. He found what looked to be the weakest point of the bracelet and with some difficulty he began sawing.
It was at this point, that he heard a hissing.