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Wary of an attack from behind (loser ex-boyfriend or angry co-ed, either was a contender), I didn’t relax my guard until I reached the car.
“Scoot over,” I told Ben.
“Not there, huh?” he asked, grunting as he banged his head crawling across the center console.
My grunts echoed his as I fought to free my cell phone from my pocket. I didn’t recognize the number, but the recent caller had left a voicemail. Ms. Brennan, I think I recognize your friend, if you get here expeditiously. It took me a moment to recall which shelter the pedantic woman ran, and a moment longer to decide she wouldn’t report Addy to the cops. Probably.
By design or happenstance, many of the shelters and social services organizations were located in the same general area of town as the majority of off-campus stud
