Carter tucks his walkie-talkie away, flicking his brows up at the kids. “You hear that? This little joyride of yours is over. Your days of fun? Numbered.” Sirens cut through the air, and the kids snap to attention, shrieking with laughter as, one by fucking one, Emmett, Adam, Garrett, and Jaxon roll out from the side of the house, each stuffed in their own police car. They park their rides next to Carter, each struggling exactly the way he did as they climb out, lining up beside him, pulling off their sunglasses, placing their hands on their hips, like this whole thing is a choreographed
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