The coin.

If he wants to blame anyone he can blame Angela, if she had never left him or cheated then he wouldn't be in this mess, on the run. Angela had left him, and had left a note that morning. When he woke up, his money, furniture and expensive television was gone. His jar of coins lay on the counter, they typically stayed on the top of the refrigerator. That had to be a joke, what was he going to do with change, she had cleaned him out over night.

His bank accounts too, they were emptied. First he threw his phone, it was already cracked so was another chip in a crappy phone? That hadn't satisified him, he wanted to break something, mainly Angela, but she had left and all he had left was his jar of coins. He picked up the jar throwing it at the wall, it shattered, tons of coins and too much shattered glass littered the floor. 

Then he left, too frustrated with himself and Angela, and all the coins he put on the floor. He walked around the city, he walked for hours, but walking through the unbusy streets of Western Vermont didn't fix anything, didn't change anything. If he had stayed in New York like Tevin had suggested he would have been able to walk in crowds, slow moving crowds, crowds of people that he could push and shove through.

There was no pushing and shoving here, just sleepy little towns where people were just coming to open their shops. When he made it home the coins were still there, and no one was going to clean it up, just him. He started with the glass, separating the glass and coins, once that was finished he sifted through the coins. Pennies, nickles, dimes, quarters and an odd half piece. He picked it up holding it between his index finger and thumb, that's when he heard the voice.

"Thumb print recognized." A computerized voice said, then the coin began to untwist, he dropped it, jumped backwards watching as a tiny chip lay inside the false coin. There was a knock at the door seconds later.

"Somebody home? I'd just like to talk about what you've found." He looked at the door, then the coin, he scooped up his remaining change and headed out the door. Whatever he found it was dangerous and at least he would have leverage if they ever did catch up to him.

He made to Pennsylvania before they caught him. He was on a bus, his eyelids drooping closed and when he opened them the cops were waiting, he was escorted off the back into a police car.

"You got something we need." The first officer said, he was portly, had a bushy mustache, a thick Bostonian accent.

"A shave and a personal trainer?" He said.

"Travis, don't make this difficult, just give it to us." The second officer said, he was black with a low shaven hair cut. Years of being in and out of juvie had gotten him out of the cuffs quickly. He hit the black officer with the cuffs and punched the window until the glass broke. He wasn't sure why he was running or what he even had to live for, Angela had been his everything and she was gone. But this coin, and this chip, it had to mean something. If anyone knew about tech shit like this it was Janiece. 

All he had to do was get to North Carolina, that was his thought as he pushed his body through the window and ran out onto the interstate, jumping between barrier, risking his life. He had to get to Janiece, she would know, he sure in hell hoped she would. She might also be able to find Angela too.