‘She’s not my friend any more,’ I say. ‘If we don’t go now, you’ll be arrested. The car – is it stolen?’ He nods. ‘So they’ll charge you for that as well as murder. Do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison?’ He shakes his head. ‘Then we need to get out of here. What’s your name?’ ‘Dave,’ he says. ‘I’m Debbie,’ I offer. Then I grab his arm and pull him away from Precious. Now, it’s him and me running together. To where, I don’t know yet. But with Dave, I already feel safe.
