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Judge
When the fire department takes Lindsey down, she begins to sob like a baby, but Emma and I don’t stick around for that. Sheriff Bob wants a statement from us. He wanted to drive us to the station in one of his cars, which I thought was damn funny. I told him no, I’d drive us. And of course he agreed. What else is a man who takes a friendly cut from the Satan’s Martyrs supposed to do?
Emma stops next to my bike, looking down at it. “So everything is just normal now, then?” Her voice is bitter, but strong. “I know you saved me from that crazy b***h, and I’m thankful and all. But does that make up for the fact that you never, not once, returned a single damn text? Answered a single damn phone call?”
She stares across the bike at me. Across the other side of the amusement park, th
