Dirty Grovel Quotes

“exclusively of belligerently drunk and badly sunburned Americans. Mostly of frat boys and women with some truly heinous tramp stamps. The Bearded Clam, on the other hand, is thumping with strange techno music, accompanied by strobe lights that are already giving me the headache of all headaches. Hugging the shadows between both pubs, I check my freshly charged phone. But I can’t get a signal out here. Sydney will have to wait a little bit longer.”
― Naomi West, Dirty Grovel

“direction. If he or one of his cop friends spots me, my whole escape plan is blown. Then I race away, slipping repeatedly in my flip flops. "Miss! Stop!" Chad yells, his voice shifting from confusion to alarm. I hear a car door slam and heavy footsteps behind me. "Mr. Pavlov! She's running!" Shit. I dig deeper, forcing my legs to move faster. The realization that Oleg and his buddies now know I've bolted sends a fresh surge of desperation through me. I push harder, weaving through startled tourists, ignoring the stares my bikini-clad body attracts. I'm hyper-aware of my surroundings—every potential exit, every cluster of tourists I can blend into. My time with Drew taught me something useful after all: When you're prey, you develop instincts. I make for the most populated area of the marina, hoping to disappear into the crowd. Sweat drips down my back despite the sea breeze, my breath coming in short, painful gasps. My body hasn't fully recovered from days of hiding and barfing on that yacht, but fear is one hell of a motivator.”
― Naomi West, Dirty Grovel