...are in a dangerous situation.


    Turning around, I saw Celeste and Norm round the line ofcars, and released a long breath I’d been holding.         “Come on. They’re gone.” I unbuckled my seatbelt and pushed the passenger’s seat forward. “Let’s go.”
    “What?” Posey wiped her tear stained face with the end of her sleeve. “What? No. I... I can’t go now.”
    “Are you kidding me?” I gaped at her. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what’s in that box. They’re transporting.”
    “Transporting?” She shook her head like she was confused.
    “What the hell? Didn’t you say you used to be around this stuff all the time?” I took her hands and squeezed them. “They’re taking speed back to Seattle. They’ll probably going to sell it. If we stick around here, we’re accessories.”
    “Speed?” She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. “My mom said she was clean. You were sitting right next to me.”
    “Does she look clean to you?” I asked, moving some ofthe junk on the backseat, so I could get closer to her. A filthy blanket fell open, and a gun clunked on the car floor. Sweatpricked the skin at my hairline. “We have to get the hell out of here. These people are dangerous.”
    “These people?” Posey snapped. “She’s my mom. Shewould never hurt me.”
    Groaning, I scruffed my hand across the back of my neck.“Hasn’t she already? Didn’t she abandon you for something like seven years, and let you rot in the system?”
    She flinched like she’d been slapped. “That was below the belt.”
    My insides crunched in on themselves, and I reached forher. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just... I need you to understand what’s going on here.”
    “Which is what?” she yelled, her eyes filling again. Dammit. I didn’t know if I had it in me to see Po cry another time. “My mother might not be perfect, and she might have been gone a long time. But she came back. She came for me.Doesn’t that count for anything?”
    “No.” My heart was pounding

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