My head is spinning. “Okay, well then, my car must have been stolen or something…” If someone took my car, I am beyond screwed. It’s almost time for me to leave. “No, your friend came and got it this morning.” “My friend?” “Yeah, the one with… all the tattoos and stuff.” He says it quietly, as if Hardin could actually hear him.
HE STOLE. HER CAR????????
