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Which was strange when you thought about it; that you traveled down a highway when high was right there in the name.
There were things in there no one else could ever see. No one. Not even Maddy. Especially not Maddy.
The truck in front slowed as it passed a speed limit 35 sign, its brake lights staining the road red ahead of them. The color that followed her wherever she went, and it never meant anything good.
MORE RED SYMBOLISM
Oh wait, what was it she needed to ask Maddy about again?
Chronic forgetfulness much?
There was a map on the screen, a blue dot moving along a highlighted road. The blue dot was them, the six of them and all thirty-one feet of RV. Thank god it wasn’t a red dot. Blue was safer.
Red did bleed just to see the word, to hear it, to think it, to remember, the guilt leaving a crater in her chest. Blood, red as her name and red as her shame. So, she didn’t think it, or remember, and she wouldn’t look to the left to see her mom’s face in her reflection in the window. No, she wouldn’t. These eyes were just hers.
2017 was also the year that—no, stop.
“It will be all my fault somehow,” Reyna said to her, a secret flash from her deep brown eyes. “Just you watch.”
Red pulled hers out of her jeans pocket, the screen lighting up the underside of her face. No bars. No 3G or 4G or GPRS. Nothing. Except 67% battery, which, hey, was pretty good for her.
The darkness held its breath, listening as they made their plans. Then the wind let go, dancing through Red’s hair, and the grass chattered and the trees whispered, and Red wondered what it was they were saying to each other.
But there, right over there, something moved in the trees.
Did Red imagine it, or was the RV steadily lowering on one side?
Red flags everywhere.”
No, don’t, because then she’ll think of two bullets to the back of the head…right, see?
She wasn’t sure there was a worse time to be drunk than right now.
Honestly this is really funny because Simon's entire personality is based off of him being drunk. It's actually really smart since it makes him more unique and we met him when he was drunk so we don't know his real personality
a pair of scissors, a lighter, a headlamp, a flashlight, spare batteries, a hammer, a screwdriver, duct tape, Scotch tape, vodka and a kitchen knife.
Only his little sister was allowed to call him Oli.
Oliver is such a complete jerk
“What if I said you were the right people, in the right place at exactly the right time.”
“Oliver Charles Lavoy. “Madeline Joy Lavoy. “Reyna Flores-Serrano. “Arthur Grant Moore. “Simon Jinsun Yoo. “Redford Kenny.”
“One of you knows something. A secret. You know who you are and you know what it is.”
Maddy’s shoulders dropped, her hand growing sticky and uncomfortable in Red’s. Arthur was blinking, too fast, turning to watch Simon as he coughed and spluttered. Reyna’s eyes dropped, and Oliver chewed the inside of his cheek. No one was looking at Red, but she looked at them all.
you can’t see me but I can see you. If you try to run, I will shoot.”
Waaait are there cameras?
“And who?” Maddy added quickly, picking at her fingernails.
“Me either,” Maddy said, almost too fast. Red noticed. And the way she wouldn’t look up or hold anyone’s gaze.
Shot twice in the back of the head.
the identity of the eyewitness.
Ever since this was first mentioned, I think it is Red. How does she know so much about the case?
Red nodded. Something tightened in her chest, uncomfortable and warm, as Oliver’s words became real. Fuck. Either way it went, someone was going to die here.
“Mom would be responsible for someone dying.” Someone dying. Red’s chest tightened again.
“You see the way she looked at Oliver when this secret was mentioned? Something going on there.”
You know I think they should just sit in a little circle and one by one tell their secrets until they reveal the right one
“But we’ve already started building Larry,”
Lol they named closet-beach-ball-mop-man
“Want to know a secret?” Arthur said, his voice dipping into whispers, eyes flashing from behind his glasses. “I think you’re smarter.”
How did he seem more drunk again?
Because he has to be drunk for the whole book for him to have a distinct personality
Simon, who was shaking his head for some reason.
the sniper cut in, as though he had somehow heard.
“Red, you keep cycling up through those radio channels while you look. Okay, let’s do this.”
Is it possible for the radio to be bugged?
Only five sets of each, but there were six of them here.
“The simplest solution is usually the correct one.”
You know I really doubt that
Blood was red and so was she. The color of her mom’s favorite coat,
“Maybe six or seven months.
Holly jackson is obsessed. Also this is coincidentally 67% of the way through the book
“It’s me,” she said, framing each word carefully, choosing the right ones. “I’m the witness.” She paused. “The protected witness, in the Frank Gotti case.”
I KNEW IT!!! It was obvious since the beginning
“Five,”
This was 100% planned just like the five dinner plates. One of them was always meant to die
“Yes,”
This one is probably whoever has the real secret
“Paranoid” by Black Sabbath,
“Highway to Hell” by AC/DC,
She nodded, what choice did she have? There was a knife to her throat.
Ok but why would you nod when you would move your throat closer to the knife??
“Red’s your color,”
shouted.
Broooooo why the freak is he shouting when the point of the music is that it covers up whatever they say
“NO!” Red screamed,
I knew this was going to happen 😭😭😭
Update: Maddy isn't dead. It must be intentional, a warning. Because the sniper can see where he is aiming so he wouldn't miss
