Page 18 of Driving Dirty


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“That’s right. Eleven in the morning and seven in the evening,” the old lady told Jules.

“Let’s go.” I grabbed Crash by the wrist and pulled her away from the store.

“Where are we going? And why do you act like you know where you’re going?”

“I do know where we’re going. I just have to figure out where it is first.” I was walking faster than I’d walked all day, but finally, the bad luck was wearing off.

“Care to clue me in?”

As I approached the street corner, I noticed a couple of teenagers playing basketball across the street. I looked up at the sign and over to them.

“Hey!”

They stopped and looked back at me.

“Where is East Herron Drive?”

“About three blocks that way,” one of them said, pointing to my right.

“Thanks!” I turned the corner and pushed on.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Amelia asked as she caught up to me.

“That old lady basically just told us that there is a house on East Herron Drive that’s completely empty because whoever lives there is in the hospital.”

“OK?”

“OK, so we’re going there, and we’re stealing this person’s car. That’ll give us days before we have to worry about it being reported stolen, rather than hours.”

She slowed to a stop, and I turned around to face her.

“What are you doing? Come on.”

Her eyes were full of guilt. “I don’t know if I can steal another car, Oliver.”

“You’re not stealing it. I am. Now let’s go.” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her along.

She resisted, but like always, she fell in step anyway.

Chapter 7

Amelia

It was the middle of the day, and we looked suspicious, like we were casing the place, which we were.

“Alright, so the key is under the mat. I’m assuming the front door since there’s a privacy fence around the back,” Oliver said, looking down at me. “I’ll get inside, find the car keys, and back the car out of the garage. “ I want you to start walking that way,” he pointed. “And I’ll pick you up. But keep your eyes open. If anyone starts watching you weirdly, run. Run back to the store we were just at, and I’ll meet you. Alright?”

I worried my bottom lip. “I don’t know. I don’t know if we should split up like that. And who is going to be watching me weirdly? Why do I need to run? Are they going to chase me? And if so, why?”

He rolled his eyes and ran his hands over his face. “Oh my god.” His hands fell away, and the look of annoyance was back. “You said you didn’t want to steal the car, right?”

I nodded.

“Well, this keeps you from having to do that.”

“Yeah, but it means we have to split up.”

He smirked. “Don’t want to be away from me?”