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JD stood next to me, warily watching the lot. We couldn’t figure out how to make the rental’s trunk light turn off, so it acted as a feeble spotlight. I thought through what I needed, and only what I needed, to take with me. My laptop would be a burden and probably wouldn’t do me any good tonight, but my emergency cash stash would. Ditto for the sneakers. I leaned against the bumper to pull them on. My trunk had either eaten or spit out my socks, but blisters and smelly shoes were the least of my worries. I tucked a change of clothes, a credit card, and other random necessities into a small messenger bag I slung over my shoulder, then closed the trunk as quietly as I could.
“So what’s Plan B?”
“Follow me,” JD said.
Instead of walking the length of the gravel lot, JD led me through t
