“You sure?  I don’t think he’d want to go there.”
“He’ll be better off there than in the back alley garbage you want to take him.”  Be quiet.  “Besides, he’s working for us and I know that my father will help.”  Let me sleep. 
“What makes you so sure he is?”
“He told me!” 
“Shit?  Seriously?”
Something shifted under me.  God I hurt.  Fingers touched my cheek then brushed my hair.  It was soothing.  Relaxing.  A wave of pain shot through my side.  Tensing, my teeth grit.  “Can’t you drive any faster?”  I wanted to fall into an endless sleep.  “Run the light if you have to!”  Why the shouting?  Please be quie...

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