Chapter 2
“Wipe your face off before you get up to the cashier, okay?” Kim said to me as we pulled up to the McDonald’s drive-thru.
It was late, and all the late-night, sit-down places like Denny’s were out because, well, we looked like death warmed over . . . quite literally. I felt the blood caked on my face, but I was too tired to do anything about it.
“Seriously,” Kimberly said, emphasizing each syllable. “You’re gonna freak her out.”
“Fine,” I grumbled.
Kimberly held up a rag and I wiped my face with it. I flipped down the visor and looked at myself in the mirror. There were more flecks in my hair, but I’d managed to get enough off my face that the cashier probably wouldn’t call the cops on us.
“You don’t look too great yourself,” I said, passing the towel over to Kimberly. “Wha
