APRIL
I do what he says without even thinking. The car ahead of me is swaying from side to side, almost like it’s riding waves on a stormy sea. My vision blurs, then steadies as I blink several times and force my legs to move. Somehow, they take me straight to the car.
I climb into the passenger seat. Diablo is already sliding over the hood, carrying the black suitcase in one hand. He jumps in beside me, tossing the suitcase into the back. Before I can even buckle my seat belt, his foot slams down on the gas.
The tires screech as we shoot out of the alley and onto the main road. I see figures appear at the top of the wall behind us, but Diablo is already tearing through the traffic. He drives like he has no fear, clipping mirrors, swerving through gaps that shouldn’t exist.
I clutch th
