Chapter 25
We didn’t work fast though. In fact, we didn’t work as a unit at all.
Instead, Slim dug in his heels. Well, not literally. We were in his car, making turns in random directions but always away from the ear-piercing sirens.
So the heel-digging was metaphorical. Still, unlike Luke, he proved impossible to budge.
“I’m not taking you to a crime scene.”
“Slim. I understand where you’re coming from. You don’t want to be seen with me. But the worst that woman can charge us with is breaking and entering.”
Before answering, Slim turned to face me...a problem since he was the one in the driver’s seat. “You’re lying.”
I grabbed the wheel, twisting it so we wouldn’t scrape up against a line of parked vehicles, each of which cost approximately as much as my family owed in student loan
