Winchester scoffed. “Alright, dude. Don’t get yourself killed, aight? Lie your way out. It’s what you’re good at.” Winchester grinned and chucked his note-taking materials across the room since he had no need for them now. “Till next time. Imma go get some dough for this bounty. See ya.” Winchester hung up the phone and stuffed it in the inside pocket of his leather jacket. Picking up his sundry weapons, he exited the post office with a kick through the front door. He began to walk down damp and moist streets after midnight when no one was around. He whistled a jaunty tune, realizing that pretty soon he would make his homecoming.