“I got it,” Curtains howled, shovin’ the screen to show me a movin’ dot on the Sea to Sky Highway headin’ down to Vancouver. “I can track it on my phone. Let’s move out, see if we can catch them before they stop.” ’Cause the moment they stopped, they’d end her. End the life of a girl who’d do any-fuckin’-thing for the people she loved. A girl whose love language was throwin’ herself on a sword meant for someone else’s side.
