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Something about the way the car jolted around a corner made Tulsi’s eyes open. At some point, her head had slid from Wreck’s arm onto his lap; she seemed to be drooling on his jeans.
Blinking her tired eyes, she sat up, wiping her mouth. “Where are we?” she croaked.
The car came to a stop. It wasn’t easy to see where they were, there was so much darkness around them. Tall buildings stood on either side of the car. In the shadow of an alley, it was tough to make out, but she was sure there was another vehicle parked up ahead. A dumpster blocked her view of figuring out if it was one she should recognize.
Confirmation came when someone got out of the car to approach. As the figure got closer, she realized it was Baines.
“Keep him under control,” Coombs said to Hillam and shifted to
