Oh my god.
“You think he played me just to report me to the police?” My eyes widened.
“Obviously.” She crossed her arms tighter. “So, if I were you, I would start researching prisons so you can ask your lawyer to get you into your top two.”
“You’re scaring me, Marie.”
“No, you’re scaring me because there’s no way you’re this dense.” She shook her head. “Why didn’t you just jump out of his car?”
“I tried to, trust me.”
“You told me you stopped squatting in his properties last year, Chloe.”
“No, I said my plan was to stop. The withdrawal symptoms were too much, and you know how much our shower sucks…”
“Commissary items behind bars are really expensive,” she said. “But I’ll be sure to spend at least one hundred dollars on you every month.”
“I’m not going to prison, Marie. I’m telling you that this was all hashed out, and I’m still going to share my new earnings with you.”
Ding Dong! Dinnnggg Dong!
We both stared at her door.
No one ever rang the doorbells on our units, especially since everyone knew doing so made all the lights flicker.
Who the hell is that?
Heavy footsteps walked away and then stopped at my place across the hall.
A heavy knock sounded, and my heart dropped into my stomach.
The cops…
The footsteps sounded again, and then Marie’s doorbell rang once more—somehow even louder this time.
“You better not tell them I’m here.” I rushed to her makeshift closet and pulled the curtain shut.
Marie sighed and walked to the door.
Looking as nervous as I felt, she took a deep breath.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“The police.”
She gasped.
“I’m not here!” I whispered harshly. “I. Am. Not. Here.”
“Stop fucking around, Marie!” A deep and familiar voice laughed. “Open the damn door.”
She obliged and came face-to-face with her boyfriend, Simon.
“Why does it look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” He smiled at her. “I thought you liked being surprised with random flowers.”
“I do.”
“Good.” He kissed her forehead. “Has Chloe been released yet?”
