Chapter 4

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We each received $200k from the $1m. I bud them farewell, got into my Albany Esperanto, and took off home.

At home, I immediately jumped out of my clothes and took a long, hot shower. I furiously washed my body, trying to wash off the guilt off my body.

I probably killed people; I probably ruined the life of families. I'm still shaking. I'm still tense.

Now in my bag, I have 200k that still needs to be washed. I'm going to check my contacts on my phone, maybe the previous owner of the body had someone who can wash them.

Leaving the shower, I didn't bother putting on a towel, I just straight went to my bedroom, and put on a black thong, and a plain white T-shirt. When done, I went to bed, pulled a blanket over myself and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling slightly more refreshed but still overwhelmed with guilt. I knew I needed to deal with the money and figure out a way to launder it without getting caught.

I brushed and flossed my teeth, put on a pair of Crevis green sweatpants, with yellow stripes on the side of it; a black t-shirt with a magenta Heat sweatshirt over it; a pair of black socks; and a pair of white Crevis sneakers.

I open the contacts on my phone and see a name 'Lin Xiaoyun (Washer)'. I take a deep breathe, and press on the name, then on the green button to call her.

I put the phone the my right ear as I wait for the woman to pick up the phone. The time is 10:21 am, so I'm guessing she's already awake.

A few seconds later the call connects, and I hear an old woman's voice over the phone with a thick Chinese accent. "Oh, dear. Is that really you, Beliana?"

"Uh...yes, Lin. It's me."

"Oh, dear. Are you calling because you want to dance again?"

Hearing what the old woman said my brain paused, and a few second memory flashes inside my mind, where the old owner of the body was dancing as a strip teaser. 'What the fuck?' Was all I could think.

"No. Hell no."

"That's a shame. My club needs some dancer. Well...If you need some extra cash, you can always come back."

"Thanks. Anyway. I uh...need some clothes to be cleaned, Lin."

"Oh. Okay. Come over. You know; The Triangle Club."

"Alright. Thanks, Lin."

"Always, Dear."

We end the phone call. I quickly took the money out of the duffle bag, and put over in a backpack. I left my home, got into my Esperanto, and made my way over to The Triangle Club. I played the game so much that I can make my way over there without any trouble.

As I entered the club, the familiar smell of smoke and alcohol hit me, and the loud music made my head spin. I navigated my way through the crowd of patrons and dancers, looking for Lin.

I finally spotted her at the bar, her gray hair pulled back in a tight bun, and her glasses perched on the edge of her nose. She looked up as she saw me approaching, a smile spreading across her face.

"Beliana, my dear! It's been so long since I've seen you," Lin exclaimed, giving me a hug.

"Yeah, it has been a while, Lin." I said as I hugged her back; tho I don't know her, my body reacted happily, as if my actual grandmother hugged me. When we release each other, we sat down at the bar, and drank a shot of liquor. "Lin, I...need to wash some clothes. 200k to be exact." I look at her. "Can you help me?"

Lin's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a low whistle. "That's a lot, Beliana. But I can help you with that. It'll cost you, though."

"How much?" I asked, already knowing that nothing in life comes for free.

"I'll take 5% as my fee," Lin replied, a shrewd glint in her eye.

I hesitated for a moment, doing the mental math in my head. 5% of $200,000 was $10,000. It was a hefty sum, but I had no other choice. I needed to clean the money to ensure I wouldn't get caught.

"Deal," I said, extending my hand to shake on it.

Lin shook my hand firmly, a smile on her face. "Great. Leave the money with me, and I'll take care of everything. You'll have clean clothes in no time."

I handed over the bag of cash to Lin, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. It was a risky move, but I had to trust Lin to do her job and wash the money successfully.

As I left The Triangle Club, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. With Lin's help, I could finally put this whole ordeal behind me and move on with my life. It was a small price to pay for a clean slate.

I get in my car, ignite the engine, and leave the parking lot as well. 'What now?' I think to myself.

As I drive back, I notice that the car needs some gas, so I drive to the closest gas station that I know.

I park at the gas pump and fill up my tank, grateful for the distraction of the task at hand. As I stand there, waiting for the tank to fill, I let out a shaky breath. The bank robbery weights on my mind, but I pushed them to the back of my mind.

Once the tank is full, I pay for the gas and get back in my car. I drive back home, feeling a mix of emotions.

As I park down my car in front of the apartment building, I make a mental note to check in with Lin in a few days to see if the money has been successfully cleaned. But for now, I just want to relax and take some time to process everything that has happened.

I head inside my house, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.We each received $200k from the $1m. I bud them farewell, got into my Albany Esperanto, and took off home.