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Back at the cabin, Dodi makes a sad trombone noise when we all stumble out, except for Cassie who’s softly snoring in the passenger seat.
I lean against the driver’s door and start to cry as everyone else files into the cabin, heads down. Tina and Shauna have their arms around each other. Griff stops, turns and sees me crying. He takes a couple steps toward me, but then seems to change his mind and goes into the cabin, Mac on his heels. It just makes me cry harder, and I feel Dodi warm up against my skin. Whether it’s the sun or the van trying to comfort me, I don’t know.
Tamika is dead, her brains splattered around a wine cellar, and that’s my fault. She might have been a menace to society. Hell, she might have been a menace to our own squad, but she still died trying to protect us.
