“What are you doing?” Cara hissed at me. “Hurry up!”
I felt around between the seats of the truck, desperately trying to find my necklace. Renzo had ripped it off my neck the night before in another of his attempts to touch me. The fabric stank of cheap beer and cigarettes, and I almost lost my stomach contents when my fingers touched something wet. Just as I was about to give up hope, I felt the chain with the tips of my fingers.
“I feel it!”
“Come on, come on!”
It was the end of our shift, and I knew we had about another minute before he would come out to the dockyard office and spot us. I hooked the chain and pulled it free.
“I got it!” I quickly tied it in a knot and was about to shut the door when we heard his voice.
“What the f**k!”
“Run, Cara.” I pushed her hard, so she’d go.
