Quinn
Will figure something out.
Miri lowered the phone a fraction of an inch. “I think I’m going to be sick,” she said. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“A year and a half ago, I would have said the same thing. But now, after everything that happened to Corrie, well, I…I…shit. Fuck!”
Miri paced in the three-foot-by-three-foot bathroom, staring at the floor, debating their next steps.
“Should we call Corrie?” Anissa asked.
“What? No!” Miri said, perhaps a little too forcefully. But WWCMD? She certainly wouldn’t call herself. “I just…need a few minutes.”
Anissa stood in the bathroom doorway as Miri tried to come up with a plan, but her mind kept going back to the texts.
“God! Bradley Quinn, of all people,” she blurted out. “Acting all high and mighty, calling me a nobody, and look at him. Can you believe him?” Miri paused to look at Anissa before continuing her ramblings. “Plotting against us? And did you see the way they were talking about me and Rafa, like we’re horsing around at high school band camp?”
Anissa tossed her a sympathetic glance. “Oh, who cares what they think? Besides, like Quinn said—it’s not fireable. You can fuck whoever you want.”
“But we’renotfucking!”
“Which is a shame, if you ask me,” Anissa said, pursing her lips.
“I’m serious, Anissa!”
“So am I.” Anissa looked at Miri straight in the face to ensure the message was clear. So Miri returned the stare. Two could make this standoff.
Anissa folded her arms and ticked up her eyebrows.So we’re going to play this game, are we?they said.
Miri pulled her face tight, glaring at her friend.If that’s what it takes.
A few more seconds went by, when Miri finally gave in. “Oh, whatever. Can we focus here?”
“Fine. What else does it say?” she asked, nodding her head toward the phone.
Despite her strong desire to take the phone and toss it into the depths of the Amazon River, Miri begrudgingly snatched it up and resumed scrolling.
There was a gap in the time stamp for the texts, then hours later:
Quinn
Got into a car wreck.
V
?
Quinn
Van ran off road. Doesn’t look like we’ll be going anywhere soon.
V
Where are you?
Quinn
GPS pin dropped
