The bus station is well-lit, and more crowded than I would’ve expected after midnight. I stride up to the ticket booth, halting when I realize I don’t have a destination in mind. Wherever gets me the farthest away, the fastest. I need the closest big city where I can disappear. Los Angeles, preferably. The next bus for Los Angeles doesn’t leave until tomorrow afternoon. That won’t work. But San Esteban…that bus leaves in an hour. San Esteban is a few hours away, located between here and LA. It’s a shining, glittery city with a sexy reputation. I’ve never been there. Dale wouldn’t guess that I
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