My Ghost Town

Since our paycheck left, my family also left Hidden Valley, along with the rest of the refugees, and I finished high school in another town. I graduated from high school, with a degree in minimum wage. At least minimum wage is the only kind of job that I could get with my crummy high school degree.
Fortunately I had an after school job. I was a self employed car thief. I would get a list of cars that the bank or finance company wanted back, due to a failure of the debtor to pay the contract monthly payment. I would then acquire a car, on the list and turn the car into an impound lot, earning a fee from the impound lot. I was really good at the car thief thing, in large part, due to some (ahem) clever electronic devices that I had invented and built, outside of school.
I would roam the streets and alleyways of a big city, find a car that was on the lender’s hot sheet, enter the car, start it and drive to an impound lot. I would get the car checked in at the repo lot and I had earned myself another repo fee.
“But wait,” you ask, “What happens if the debtor notices you taking its car?” When I’m at work, I always wear a jacket, regardless of the air temperature. Down one side of the jacket, I carry a .357 magnum pistol. Down the other side of the jacket, I carry a Bowie knife. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for I’m the baddest m**o in the valley.” Some of the more aggressive debtors found out, for sure, that I’m, the baddest m**o in the valley.
One night, I find a car that’s on a lender’s hot sheet. I start my night off, by obtaining the car. I no sooner get the car started, using one of my electronic devices, than some, probably criminal, starts chasing me, on foot. I use the horsepower and careen around a few corners. As I careen around the corners, something slides out, from under the seat. First, I make sure that I have really lost my pursuer, then I get to a safe spot, that I sometimes use. I use a penlight to examine the something that slid out, from under the seat. The something turns out to be an old, but still deadly, Army .45 pistol, in a holster. I then carefully examine the rest of the car. The interior yields a few dollars in toll change and some top of the line condoms. The trunk yields three duffel bags. The duffel bags are held shut by a key padlock. The key padlocks yield, to my magic electronic key. What to my delighted eyes should appear, but bundles of neatly wrapped $100s. Given the size of the duffel bags, I have something over $3 million in cash. I also have my death warrant, if those who used the car catch me.
Since I must remain anonymous, I think to drive back to Hidden Valley and find some place to stash my new found fortune. Along the way to Hidden Valley, I spot a pickup truck that’s on the hot sheet. I drive a bit and then dump the car. I then go back and acquire the pickup truck. I drive over and transfer the valuable stuff from the car to the pickup truck. I then drive the pickup truck to Hidden Valley. I check the houses there and find that they’re all vacant, as I expected. One house is on high ground and appears to be in good shape. I use a magic key and break into the house. Miracle of miracles, the house still has electric! I open the garage, using my magic key, park the pickup in the garage and relock the garage. I dust off a cushion in the house and get what’s left of a a night’s sleep, after a long, hard working evening. In the morning, I rinse off in the shower and then air dry. As I dry, I find that there are some papers, in a kitchen drawer. I have utility bills and even a Social Security card, all in the name of John Smith!