Chapter 18When her dad and Terrell returned on that noisy bike, Ken’s relief at seeing Dakota alive was overshadowed by their apparent enjoyment from the trip. Both wore big smiles. Like nothing had happened. Like the others hadn’t been whispering for the past hour that the two were dead. Like Adelaide hadn’t taken the opportunity to toss an impossible weight into Ken’s lap.
Dakota, who for some reason wore the formal hat and jacket of a police officer, jumped off the motorcycle and swiftly walked up to her. Even when he saw her dismal expression, his happiness did not diminish. “We got all my meds,” he proclaimed. “Everything I’ll need for a long time.”
“What, from a cop’s desk?”
He laughed. “Actually, yeah. We got all the pills and vials and s**t at a pharmacy, but for needles, we wen
