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The gun is in Orzo’s hand before I can even see where he’s pulled it from.

“Fuck—”

“Phone.” Orzo offers his free hand to the man.

The dude doesn’t hesitate any longer, grabbing the phone from his front seat.

He should be asking for the car, not the phone.

“Just get his keys?” I offer.

Except Orzo’s attention is on the device, and it has allowed the man to jump in his car and accelerate away as he screams profanities at us out the window.

“I can’t track her phone. It says it’s off, but I have the last location before it died. Fuck!” Orzo finally looks up and acknowledges the car is gone. “I’ll call Reuben.”

“I saw the tracker on my car.” I walk off the grass and back onto the road with him. “You track her too? Does she know that?”

He doesn’t answer my question. “He’s not answering.”

“Now what?”

“Is there anyone you can call?” he asks.

There is only one other person who comes to mind.

***

“How did you end up out here?” Bran asks for the thirtieth time.

Orzo and I are squeezed in the back-seat of his two-door civic.

“I’m going to need you to answer his fucking question!” Olive grates from the front seat, glaring at us in the mirror. “Cinnamon was on her way to a job, now she’s gone, and I know you two assholes had something to do with it.”

Bark!

Beanie jumps excitedly in Olive’s lap and she coos at her, offering pets.

Traitorous dog.

“She’s safe. She just took my car…”

“And why would she do that?” Olive twists in her seat glaring at us both. “It’s the middle of the night. You were in the perfect place to hide a body. And I haven’t heard from her in hours. Though, I guess if you tried to kill her you would both be dead.” She sighs around the insane statement.

Bran coughs through a laugh. “Spit-fire.”

She turns her wrath on him. “And then you knocking on my girl’s door after midnight!? You and I are going to go toe-to-toe if you don’t leave Cinnamon alone. Fuck, her aunt is going to kill me.”

“The last location before her phone died is down this highway, turn here.” Orzo snaps up from the phone in his hands.

Bran takes the turn hard and quick, and my head bangs against the window.

“Oh shit.” Bran is the first to see it.

He glides us to the side of the road, and his headlights illuminate my car.

Flipped. Battered. In a patch of trees.

Olive gets out first, and then Orzo and I file after her.