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PC Magic
For five miles, Alex maintained his silence. Not a word about what voodoo was, or why he thought it was involved.
“I really don’t understand why it’s such a problem to share a little information. I’m just going to make my own assumptions, and they’re likely wrong.” Especially since all that came to my mind were the little dolls with the pins you stick in them, but I kept that to myself.
“Voodoo is a religious practice found primarily in Caribbean areas,” Bradley recited as if he was reading from a dictionary or some kind of wiki.
I peeked over his shoulder, but his phone wasn’t visible. He frowned and inched away from me like I had cooties.
“Seatbelt, Mallory,” Alex said. “Do you remember asking me whether a car crash would kill you like a normal person?”
Not only did I
