The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

small drive into my hand.

“Don’t lose that.”

“What is it?”

“The debt book.”

I stopped.

She yanked me forward. “Move, idiot.”

We climbed into a dented Corolla parked two houses down. Jolene had the keys hidden behind the gas cap because she was insane and also annoyingly useful.

As she peeled away from the curb, a man ran into the street behind us.

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