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There were things in there no one else could ever see. No one. Not even Maddy. Especially not Maddy.
gay?
“I think we just punctured a tire.”
time for the plot to thicken
Was now a bad time for Red to say she had to pee?
yes
“Hey, grow a beard and no one would know,” she said. It would probably look good on him too.
soooo not gay?
This was the absolute worst way to die. Mid–squat-pissing behind a tree while Maddy’s axe-murderer charged at her from the front. Dignified till the end.
All four tires. Gone.
you better run
Red didn’t know where Simon was, he must be on the other side somewhere too, quiet for once.
nah he's dead
“It’s no one’s fault, youse guys.” Simon’s voice sailed over.
oh nevermind
And what was that smell that was following her, bittersweet and cloying? Was it coming from her? Red looked down and raised her shoe. The bottom of her sole was dirty and wet with something. She sniffed. Was that gas?
oh no
Why would there be gas on Red’s shoes?
oh no no no no
“We’re out of gas. That doesn’t make sense. We filled up again at nine o’clock. It should be three-quarters full, at least. How is it empty?”
so you know how the guy with the sniper shot your tires? I'm gonna guess that's how
“Yeah, that sniper won’t know what’s hit him when I slowly charge at him with my Gillette razor.”
“What if I said you were the right people, in the right place at exactly the right time.”
full body chills
“One of you knows something. A secret. You know who you are and you know what it is.”
absolutely horrid and evil *curls up with blanket to get ready for tea time*
“Come on, everyone, let’s do shots in the dark.”
ayo how did i get in this book
“What are you, the tequila guardian?” He pointed at her. “Right, because I’m Mexican?”
“Sorry,” he sniffed. “But we’re in an RV. I was going to have to say it one time. Think I’d rather be cooking meth, though. Less risky.”
But that clue: someone who was killed, in Philadelphia. That fit two people Red knew of. Her mom, killed on her knees five years ago in an abandoned power station. Two shots to the back of the head.
i have a sad theory
“Doorbell ringtone,”
IM SO SAD
‘But you’ve got sauce there, on your shirt.’ ”
STOP
“I can rebuild the walkie-talkie.”
period queen
Her gun flashed. A tiny firework.
NO
Mom stayed, and so did the stars.
brb currently sobbing
