Chapter Twenty-Four
When we get into the city, the black vehicle pulls into a gated parking lot. We wait until he’s gone before bolting for the gate. I’m sure they have video surveillance here, at their headquarters, so we need to disappear fast.
A bus screeches by, coming to a stop across the street.
I take Penny’s hand and pull her through the accordion doors. Once we get up the tall steps, I’m not sure what to do. I rode the bus to visit my father in the nursing home, but I had money then. I’ve got nothing now.
The bus driver is an older woman, who gives me a look of disdain.
“Tanglewood Sober Ride,” Penny murmurs, before tugging me down the aisle.
Apparently those are the magic words, because the bus lurches forward.
“Thank you,” I whisper as we make our way to the seats.
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