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THEL had said it would only take a minute or two when Willa dropped her outside a seedy pawn shop in Washington D.C. But those couple of minutes had turned into twenty, and Willa had to roll down the window for fear of baking inside the car.
She hoped everything was going okay in there. She still didn’t understand why Thel hadn’t allowed her to come in with her. She didn’t know the Washington Highlands area of D.C. very well, it being nearly three hours away from where they currently lived, but judging from the heavy set bars across all the shop windows, it maybe wasn’t the best neighborhood to do business in. However, Thel had called her this morning, insisting they drive all the way to D.C. and back today, because there was a man here who’d agreed to give her cold, hard cash in exch
