Her frown grew deep, though, when she saw who was standing there. “Dutch?” she asked, extremely surprised to see him. “What’s wrong?” Her anxiety ramped up. “They didn’t find the car, did they?” “No, no. That’s all done. I just need to talk to you, really quick.” “About what?” “Um . . .” He looked off and Charlie let out a sigh. “What did Max do?” “What? Oh. Nothing. She didn’t do anything.” “Then what did you do?” “Well . . .” “Look,” she said, pulling on one of her sneakers, “I’ll pay for Max’s fuck-ups, but I’m not paying for yours. You’ve got family—ask them for money.” “I’m not asking you
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oh dude ... bad bad idea
