Three hours later, James drove the stolen car into a junk yard and witnessed it being crushed just to make sure it was destroyed. He pocketed the three hundred in cash and walked out. Several blocks away, he picked up his next stolen car. Once inside, he changed his clothes and mask, becoming someone completely different. Driving down the interstate, he pulled off into a roadside park where he deposited his clothes and gas mask into a barbecue pit. Then, he doused it in chemicals, and lit it. In minutes all of it was reduced to ash. He put the ash into a bag and dusted it into the park’s lawn where it disappeared between the blades of grass. Then he took off again and picked up his next car. It was in an industrial area alongside a river. He started the new car to make sure it was working, then doused the car he had been driving with volatile chemicals. He placed a wedge in front of the rear tires, then unlocked the brake. He was in the middle of nowhere, but he checked around out of habit to insure no one was there. The coast was clear. He was perfectly alone, just as he had planned. He lit the car and watched it bursting into flames. After five minutes, everything inside and outside the car was destroyed beyond any identification. Besides, the VIN and serials were faked. He pulled out the wedge and watched what was left of the car as it careened into a stack of oil drums several hundred feet away. They exploded one by one spreading even more fire across the already burning scene.