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My mind reeled as I scrambled for my coat and gloves. I needed to get to Brad’s as soon as possible, make sure my friend was okay.
“Hold on there, Aly,” Olive said. “You can’t confront him yourself. You’ll get killed.”
“If I don’t go, I’ll get Tiffaneigh killed.”
“Call the police,” she insisted. “Or Tiffaneigh. Tell her to run.”
If they were doing what I suspected, she wasn’t going to stop to answer the phone. I needed to go over there and get her out.
“There’s no time!” I was already halfway to the door. “Call them, tell them what you saw. Tiffaneigh helped me earlier. I need to help her now.”
“Can’t you text?”
Duh.
“Yes, yes, I can. If she responds, I’ll turn around and head straight home. Meanwhile, I can text while I walk to my car.”
“Okay, but I’m sending the police to Br
