When she scales the wall, I pause. I’m actually impressed.
I wait until she’s gone, then I’m over the wall after her. A hundred yards ahead of me, Clara tiptoes down the road.
Something large and dark sits beneath a Joshua tree. She tiptoes up to it, then opens a side door and slides in.
It’s a car.
With a man sitting in the driver’s seat.
The dimming light shows them talking, Clara nervously glancing around. She doesn’t see me or she would be falling over herself trying to flee the vehicle by now.
She should. If she knows what’s best for her, she should get out of the f*****g car now.
The light fades. Now, they’re in total darkness. Together. In a car.
I swear to God, if that thing starts rocking—
But then she’s back out and carefully shutting the door so it doesn’t slam and mak
