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Oscar patted them down and pulled the bottle of OxyContin from Shea’s pocket. He shook it and examined the label. “Well, well, Oxy. Nice!”
Victor took the bottle from him. “I’ll just hold on to this for you.” He pocketed the bottle while Oscar zip-tied their hands behind their backs.
“Get in.” He shoved them into the back of the Pathfinder, with Shea on the driver’s side. Sirens wailed in the distance while they crossed back over the median and drove away, going north into the mountains toward Ironwood.
“What’re you gonna do with us?” asked Wendy in a trembling voice.
Oscar laughed. Victor remained silent.
“Just keep quiet,” Shea said. She wanted to comfort her sister, to tell her it would be all right. But she wasn’t sure it would be.
“Are they gonna kill us?”
“Shhh.”
Wendy so
